Kitty Spay

Dec. 26th, 2007 11:02 pm
Yay, finals are over, holidays are over, it's time to relax before school starts again. I survived another semester of three science classes, coming out with a 3.5 GPA, which could have been worse, so I am happy.

Christmas was good, and amazingly all of the family parties worked out this year so that I didn't have to try and go to like three in one day. I'm sure poor David was sick of my family after this holiday. Having a blended family can sometimes suck as it increases the amount of Christmas parties that one has to attend.

Anyway, big news of the day is that I spayed my kitten Stiletto, and this time I remembered to bring my camera. So, below are a ton of pictures of the day. (Open incision sites, and a cat uterus, so squeamish people look at your own risk)
lots of pictures, dial up users beware... )
I know I've said it before, but I feel the need to reiterate it. I love the extra emergency fee I get paid, but sometimes c-sections really suck. Four fifteen this morning, my phone rings. Dr. F does his whole 'I've got a c-section here, and you can come in if you want to, you don't have to, it's up to you, but it would be really great if you came in. Just remember, you don't have to.' Basically, it translates to: if you don't come in, I'll pout and whine endlessly and cut the dog without assistance, which isn't in the best interest of the dog or the puppies, and I know you are too much of a sucker to let that happen. So, on three hours of sleep, I am up at the clinic slinging puppies. Stupid bulldogs. Why does anyone in the world want to breed those dogs? They are walking genetic nightmares, and 99% of the time are incapable of having the puppies without a c-section. Everything went without a hitch, but I was walking around in a fog for the rest of the day. The joys of my job.
I have decided to take the vet tech examination. In Georgia, there is a grandfather clause that says that if you have worked in the field for five years or more, you are eligible to take the test without attending school. As more and more vet clinics are moving toward hiring only licensed techs, it might be beneficial for me to go ahead and get licensed. It's not that I plan to leave my clinic, but you never know. Plus, I also don't plan on being a vet tech, I want to be a vet, but it would be nice to have a fall back if vet school doesn't work out. My biggest problem is finding the time to study (and the funds with which to buy the study materials). June is the last test that I will be allowed to take, so I don't have a ton of time to get prepared. I know a lot of the technical stuff already just because I have been doing it for so long, but I am a bit rusty on some of the more obscure anatomy and drug type questions. Basically, if I don't deal with it frequently, I just don't know the information.

As usual school is on the brink of killing me. Three sciences in one semester is stupid people, really stupid. Don't do it. Plus, I am having to deal with rush hour traffic on Wednesdays, which is making my life a living hell. I sympathize greatly with anyone who deals with it daily. I think I would have gone on some murderous rampage by now.

Now that summer is gone, I am really missing my reading time. I miss the escape I find when reading a good book; you know, one of those books that you just can't put down. I have one that sits in my book bag and taunts me as I furiously try and study chemistry, or biology, or the dreaded physics. At least the semester is already a quarter of the way over, but it's still not quite over enough. I want my summer vacation back.
So, on Tuesday's House episode there was a quote "Go up his rear and get a smear." I jokingly told my mom that I wanted to be able to use that in an every day conversation. Well, as I was laying there, it hit me, I work at a vet clinic, we do fecals all the time, so I really can use that quote. But, the more I thought about it, I decided it just didn't sound complete, so I randomly continued it. I told it to the girls at work yesterday, and they ended up typing it up and hanging up where we do our fecal flotations. Heh, so anyway, my completely crackified fecal poem:

Go up the rear
and get a smear
then let if float
just like a boat.
We'll look for eggs
or things with legs
then we'll give a pill
and worms it will kill

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