This page is dedicated to my musings on my new career at the vet hospital.

January 27, 2008

I can not get enough! I can watch procedures and surgeries till the cows come home. It really feels like I have found my calling. I am a bit regretful that I didn’t learn what I truly loved until this late in the game… but what are ya gonna do?
January 16, 2008
I have been away from blogging for some time while learning my new job. I have learned that I love every aspect of this job and this place. I love being there when someone loses a pet to soothe them with words and hand them a tissue. I am stronger than I thought in the face of overwhelming sadness and death. Blood doesn’t bother me unless it is in mass quantities and I am mopping it off the floor. Then it makes nausea twinge. I am just so so so happy.

November 28th, 2007

I worked this week for a day. I COMPLETELY came alive and LOVED it. I should have done this years ago.


November 19th 2007

Today was my introductory interview. I’ve been to this vet more times than I care to remember with the dogs I cared for in my previous career as dog-walking super-woman but this was my first behind the scenes look. I was THRILLED to get an inside look.

Unfortunately there were no bloody surgeries or super-infected boil lancings (I am obsessed with boils) happening while I was there. In good time I guess…

The vibe was good behind the scenes. Welcoming, friendly people in ugly scrubs (note to self check if scrubs come in pink) greeted me throughout my tour.

This place is state of the art. It has a trauma room and an in-house lab. Everything but rabies can be detected here.

I saw the dental cleaning room, the cancer room, the x-ray room, the pharmacy, the lounge (good coffee – I checked) and the cages where pets can be monitored.

* * * OH good news – my dog can come to work and hang out in the day-cages with the other employee’s dogs (and cats… strange) and I can walk him on my break and we can go to the park right after work!

On our way back to the lounge after the tour I spotted some giant coolers. What are these, I stupidly asked… thinking some drugs have to be cold or maybe organ transplants… blood… who knew?

That is where we store the bodies, she said looking at me all the while. Maybe she thought I would turn green and vomit on the disenfected floor? I would burst into tears and run out screaming NOOOOO lassie NOOOOOO and never return? I just nodded my head and kept going. Maybe I wont bring lunch with me.

I have a list of things to remember.
1) Check to see if scrubs can be pink.
2) Stay away from the coolers of death.

I am definitely going to like it there.