White Coat Ceremony is rapidly approaching which also means finals (which I really should start studying for) and clinics! I'm super excited to move over to clinics and my excitement could only be strengthened if I was starting with something I was going to really enjoy, i.e. something other than small animal medicine.
Anyway, White Coat is a ceremony where you have some one special to you put your white coat on you and say yea! you're going to clinics! you didn't fuck up and fail out so don't fuck up and kill anything (or at least that's what I expect them to say). Jackie and Casey and my parents and Joe are all coming to my ceremony. Its cool. Anyway, I went to RSVP the other day and pay my money. When the secretary asked who I wanted to coat me I said just the default person and who was it anyway? They said it was the dean. But they said it in a very judgmental way. I didn't think much of it and said it would be fine. Dean Olsen is kind of creepy and never is around. He doesn't know who I am but its cool. I don't care. I mentioned the judgmental attitude I got to some of my friends. One of them initially said that they would have the dean coat them too and felt as if she had been judged as well. Then yesterday, I get this email that says that only two people are having the dean coat them and they wanted to make sure that I knew that I could have a family member, a faculty member or a mentor coat me. I knew this and felt that the email was kind of judgy and rude. Unfortunatly, I don't know who this other person is. I kindof feel as if we should do the same thing. I wouldn't want them to change and I'm the only one having the creepy dean put my coat on me. But I wouldn't want to do that to someone else either.
So I've decided to find someone else. This is where it gets difficult. Initally, I wanted Joe to do it. We've dated the entire time I've been in vet school He's had to deal with all of my emotional breakdowns over stupid classmates and classes and bad grades. He's really supported me. BUT I knew if I had Joe do it that my mom would be upset whether or not she said anything. I tossed around the idea of having the dairy farm manager do it but since I hadn't actually worked for him in several years I figured it wouldn't be quite appropriate. So that's why I went with the dean. Then I got that judgmental email and decided that I better change my mind. So hopefully, I can get the RSVP sorted out and my dear friend Martha Rasch, DVM will put my white coat on me. This is why I figure she's a good choice-she's my friend and has been since 2001. She's smart and good looking. She's a faculty member sort of. She's a veterinarian. She's my grand big sib and helped me out through school. She seems like a great choice and I am super excited that she said she'd do it. I was a little surprised admittedly but still super glad. Then I was telling my mom this whole saga and was just getting to the part where Martha was asked when my mom interrupts and says 'Why don't you have your dad do it?' I was crushed. I never really considered my dad. I guess I'm a daddy's girl in some ways-he did buy me a pony when I was 16 and took me to a ton of horse shows. I just figured that despite the new sports coat and pants bought for the event that it wasn't something that my dad would want to do. I actually don't know if my dad wants to. And I've done some more considering. And I'm still going with Martha (so as you read this Martha, don't feel bad or anything, everyone really truely understands. But remember that I still have to check on RSVPing for you). And yeah, I still need to check on RSVPing for Martha. Oh well. My parents will be there at graduation and no telling where Martha (or any of my vet friends) will be? (Example-Where is Erick Lutzeier? I better be invited to that wedding of his!)
Surgery today was done on a three week old dairy bull calf. He was of course super cute. And I fed him a bottle this morning only to assist in his demise this afternoon. After taking a ton of drugs to keep him knocked out (he went down initally very well), he didn't want to die either and required a large amount of euthanisia solution to do the job. I did learn a lot from him. I castrated him and cut off one of his toes-after he was dead. We also turned him from peeing like a boy to peeing like a girl and cut out an eye ball. This was much improved after last week's botched surgery where we contaminated the abdominal cavity by accidently incising the rumen. Oops!
Dog Jog is going well enough. I don't feel like I have enough entries and am a little worried. I'm also a little worried too because I don't have a lot of sponors and don't know if in my last email I made it clear that I needed some conformation by Monday so I could get people on the t-shirt.
I have a urinary tract infection. I blame Joe and WebMD told me I could.
Roosevelt and I made our power point debuts today. Rachel Ray took pictures of me doing a physical exam on the most cooraporative cat in the neighborhood. Then the class gave Roosevelt a body condition score of fat. Great. He's not fat. He's big boned. I love that stupid cat.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on October 3, 2011.]
Anyway, White Coat is a ceremony where you have some one special to you put your white coat on you and say yea! you're going to clinics! you didn't fuck up and fail out so don't fuck up and kill anything (or at least that's what I expect them to say). Jackie and Casey and my parents and Joe are all coming to my ceremony. Its cool. Anyway, I went to RSVP the other day and pay my money. When the secretary asked who I wanted to coat me I said just the default person and who was it anyway? They said it was the dean. But they said it in a very judgmental way. I didn't think much of it and said it would be fine. Dean Olsen is kind of creepy and never is around. He doesn't know who I am but its cool. I don't care. I mentioned the judgmental attitude I got to some of my friends. One of them initially said that they would have the dean coat them too and felt as if she had been judged as well. Then yesterday, I get this email that says that only two people are having the dean coat them and they wanted to make sure that I knew that I could have a family member, a faculty member or a mentor coat me. I knew this and felt that the email was kind of judgy and rude. Unfortunatly, I don't know who this other person is. I kindof feel as if we should do the same thing. I wouldn't want them to change and I'm the only one having the creepy dean put my coat on me. But I wouldn't want to do that to someone else either.
So I've decided to find someone else. This is where it gets difficult. Initally, I wanted Joe to do it. We've dated the entire time I've been in vet school He's had to deal with all of my emotional breakdowns over stupid classmates and classes and bad grades. He's really supported me. BUT I knew if I had Joe do it that my mom would be upset whether or not she said anything. I tossed around the idea of having the dairy farm manager do it but since I hadn't actually worked for him in several years I figured it wouldn't be quite appropriate. So that's why I went with the dean. Then I got that judgmental email and decided that I better change my mind. So hopefully, I can get the RSVP sorted out and my dear friend Martha Rasch, DVM will put my white coat on me. This is why I figure she's a good choice-she's my friend and has been since 2001. She's smart and good looking. She's a faculty member sort of. She's a veterinarian. She's my grand big sib and helped me out through school. She seems like a great choice and I am super excited that she said she'd do it. I was a little surprised admittedly but still super glad. Then I was telling my mom this whole saga and was just getting to the part where Martha was asked when my mom interrupts and says 'Why don't you have your dad do it?' I was crushed. I never really considered my dad. I guess I'm a daddy's girl in some ways-he did buy me a pony when I was 16 and took me to a ton of horse shows. I just figured that despite the new sports coat and pants bought for the event that it wasn't something that my dad would want to do. I actually don't know if my dad wants to. And I've done some more considering. And I'm still going with Martha (so as you read this Martha, don't feel bad or anything, everyone really truely understands. But remember that I still have to check on RSVPing for you). And yeah, I still need to check on RSVPing for Martha. Oh well. My parents will be there at graduation and no telling where Martha (or any of my vet friends) will be? (Example-Where is Erick Lutzeier? I better be invited to that wedding of his!)
Surgery today was done on a three week old dairy bull calf. He was of course super cute. And I fed him a bottle this morning only to assist in his demise this afternoon. After taking a ton of drugs to keep him knocked out (he went down initally very well), he didn't want to die either and required a large amount of euthanisia solution to do the job. I did learn a lot from him. I castrated him and cut off one of his toes-after he was dead. We also turned him from peeing like a boy to peeing like a girl and cut out an eye ball. This was much improved after last week's botched surgery where we contaminated the abdominal cavity by accidently incising the rumen. Oops!
Dog Jog is going well enough. I don't feel like I have enough entries and am a little worried. I'm also a little worried too because I don't have a lot of sponors and don't know if in my last email I made it clear that I needed some conformation by Monday so I could get people on the t-shirt.
I have a urinary tract infection. I blame Joe and WebMD told me I could.
Roosevelt and I made our power point debuts today. Rachel Ray took pictures of me doing a physical exam on the most cooraporative cat in the neighborhood. Then the class gave Roosevelt a body condition score of fat. Great. He's not fat. He's big boned. I love that stupid cat.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on October 3, 2011.]
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