*Phew*

[mad_andy]

I survived. I am knackered.

However, here's an anecdote that sums up tonight and, indeed, night shifts here in general:

It's 0615. I am gore and saliva to my eyebrows, because the cat whos tried to stop a car with his face has decided he's going to finish the job by braining himself on the walls of the incubator. Morphine has stopped working. The only thing that is working is me putting the beast in a (gentle) headlock.

So.

Cat. Blood. Saliva. Headlock.

...phone.

"My cat's bandage has fallen off."

There is a moment of silence while I try to come up with a response that does not begin with "WHAT?!!!!!WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?

They sound nervous. So they bloody should.

So I make them an appointment to come in and see the vet, and hang up very gently.

...

People. Gotta love 'em, right?

Comments

[madandy.livejournal.com]

Had you called here you would indeed have been seen by an emergency vet - if something is bleeding, and the bleeding clearly isn't superficial, then it needs to be seen. End of story.

This, however, was a light support bandage. And I wouldn't mind but the surgery opens at nine on a saturday - she could have called then. I was up to my assfeathers in it and really didn't need the added stress.

Poor little sod didn't make it. *Sigh* (The RTA, not the bandage cat!)