The Quahog
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Please delete if this isn't the place. But perhaps people here will get a little amusement. As my technician who assisted me on this said "I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, though my first reaction was to scream."
Ok, I don’t usually do veterinary gripes, love my job and you have to take the bad with the good. Most of our clients are great, and these days everyone is a little crazy. But there are limits.
So Thurs is a 12 hour day. Long hard day, my last (I thought ) appt turns out to be an anal gland abscess, needs a procedure - to be tweaked and lanced and flushed and all. I finish up a little after scheduled hours and see yet another card in the box. Someone has showed up late.
Turns out it is a very difficult pit bull - so difficult that the only way the owner can control it is to constantly feed it peanut butter, by having it stick its muzzled face in the jar, throughout the office call. It is a follow up from an emergency clinic visit for glaucoma - since then she has been to the eye doctor, a couple of weeks ago, who has her on 4 medications, two of which I have never heard of. I am supposed to recheck the dog between eye doctor appointment to monitor its eye pressure and adjust the meds. Fine. So I get out my tonometer, put some anesthetic in the eye, wait, calibrate the machine, and take my 4 measurements. Then I read through the extensive record and see that they want me to evaluate the other eye to head off possible problems. So I calibrate the machine again, put in the anesthetic and wait, and check out the other eye. While the dog is slurping peanut butter. By now its about 8:45. Still have my phone calls to return.
So I tell her the pressures have come down, not doing badly for glaucoma, a difficult thing to treat, and I would stay the course until the next appointment with the ophthalmologist.
“So when is that appointment scheduled for?” I ask as I finish up.
And she replies, “Tomorrow.”
Ok, I don’t usually do veterinary gripes, love my job and you have to take the bad with the good. Most of our clients are great, and these days everyone is a little crazy. But there are limits.
So Thurs is a 12 hour day. Long hard day, my last (I thought ) appt turns out to be an anal gland abscess, needs a procedure - to be tweaked and lanced and flushed and all. I finish up a little after scheduled hours and see yet another card in the box. Someone has showed up late.
Turns out it is a very difficult pit bull - so difficult that the only way the owner can control it is to constantly feed it peanut butter, by having it stick its muzzled face in the jar, throughout the office call. It is a follow up from an emergency clinic visit for glaucoma - since then she has been to the eye doctor, a couple of weeks ago, who has her on 4 medications, two of which I have never heard of. I am supposed to recheck the dog between eye doctor appointment to monitor its eye pressure and adjust the meds. Fine. So I get out my tonometer, put some anesthetic in the eye, wait, calibrate the machine, and take my 4 measurements. Then I read through the extensive record and see that they want me to evaluate the other eye to head off possible problems. So I calibrate the machine again, put in the anesthetic and wait, and check out the other eye. While the dog is slurping peanut butter. By now its about 8:45. Still have my phone calls to return.
So I tell her the pressures have come down, not doing badly for glaucoma, a difficult thing to treat, and I would stay the course until the next appointment with the ophthalmologist.
“So when is that appointment scheduled for?” I ask as I finish up.
And she replies, “Tomorrow.”
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