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Jul. 29th, 2006
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?
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?
