I want to put in a little paragraph from a blog (http://cantspelldvm.blogspot.com/) I follow. It is the truth as far as I am concerned.
'Veterinary medicine is a scientific world that is froth with superstition. There are so many things about which we are superstitious. Never say a day doesn't look busy because it will then explode into chaos. Never say things can't get worse; TRUST ME, they can!! Never call an owner before their pet is fully awake from anesthesia or the pet will die. Never name a pet "Lucky" because it surely won't be. You get the idea.'
So last weekend I was on call and with the exception of fielding a call from someone that was convinced their cat was dying on a beautiful Sunday afternoon despite being sick for a month (oh, and it was a non-client so I bounced it to the emergency clinic), all of my emergencies were large animal calls. Joe and I were also taking care of TS's sheep herd and assorted pets.
Saturday, I was quite busy in the morning dealing with four horse calls in addition to giving Joe a jumpstart when he left the lights on while feeding said sheep. That afternoon, I was getting ready to leave to feed the sheep when I got a call about a calving. Actually, I missed the call and was listening to the voice mail when the farmer called back. It was a head back. Sigh. I'm no good at those simply because I have tyranasaurus rex arms. I knew the farmer was short too so I convinced Joe to come and be helpful. When we got to the farm, the cow was loose in a herd. We sorted her out and chased her around before getting her trapped and tied up. I felt around and sure enough the head had flopped over the legs and was laying just out of reach. I could feel the ears and the corner of the jaw. Despite what you may think, ears don't make a great handle especially when slimey inside a cow's uterus. The farmer joined us about then confirming that he could only feel what I was currently feeling. I worked a little more before telling Joe to glove up. Unfortunately, Joe couldn't feel much more than what I and the farmer had. I think had he been more experienced, he easily could have. And if he wasn't so bothered by the cow crushing him in her pelvis between the calf's two front legs. It took a while but myself, Joe and the farmer worked and got the head up close enough for me to put the krey hook between the lower jaw. From there we all just pulled. The calf came out, the cow went down but she seemed content. Joe and I went on our way to take care of the sheep.
Sunday morning, we were on our way to care for the sheep when I got a call about a colic. The horse didn't seem too bad. I gave some banamine and tried to tube it but the horse was being an ass so it didn't really happen. I told the O to call if the horse worsened but I didn't expect it to. That night as Joe and I settled in for The Walking Dead, I got a call regarding the escaping sheep we found at TS's and then I got a call about a goat passing a dead kid. Joe decided that he wanted to go because of his new found goat love. The goat kid was mummified and I got it out pretty easily and quickly. I was done in probably 15 minutes despite the fact that the trip lasted like an hour. Joe and the goat's O were talking goats and Joe loved every minute of it. Judging by the later facebook post (I admit there was some facebook stalking going on.), so did the O.
Let's see what else has been going on this week. Working. This morning, I had a euthanasia that only went poorly when halfway through it the needle blew off the syringe splashing me, the owner and the dog with euthanasia solution. Not ideal. Needless to say, I was a little bit furious.
Wedding RSVPs are rolling in. So far only one no. But there are tons still out there. A month left to send them in still. We met with the officiant and he seems like a good times guy. Joe even seems excited about him. At the end of the meeting, he wanted to meet our animals.
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