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mad_andyThank fuck this week is almost over...
I've got an afternoon shift on reception. That's harsh. Friday evening surgery is always manic at best; insane is more like it. And people are tired and fed up and therefore usually bloody rude. Dealing with them is about as much fun as a good solid kick in the head.
But! I got to scrub in for an op this morning! That's the last big thing I had to do for my portfolio. I need to write all these bits up over the weekend, give them to my assessor monday and then it's finished, all bar the shouting and a couple of pages of questions. I hope. And it was fun to finally scrub properly - I know how to do it but this was the first time in anger, so to speak. I found gloving much easier with wet hands, oddly enough...I dunno what my heartrate was doing but I felt so bloody nervous! (It was an eye enucleation - poor cat actually had a tumour inside the eyeball. So I got to hold instruments and stuff while the vet poked around and cut all the connections so we could take the eye out. Good stuff, if rather crowded with two people around the cat's head!)
So that's good. And I've discovered that if I block Pepsi's line of sight so that she can't see the cats flouncing past her crate she stays dry...I'll try it tonight, see if it helps.
Titch is doing well. I startled her this morning by opening the door to give her breakfast before she was awake; she leapt to her feet, let out a short, high pitched screech (scaring the shit out of me and earning a scream from me in return!) and emptied her anal glands. Yuk. So my hallway smells of Angry Ferret now. Still, I'm taking her to work with me this afternoon.
I wonder what the optimum age for socialisation in the ferret is?
Catch you later, guys.
I've got an afternoon shift on reception. That's harsh. Friday evening surgery is always manic at best; insane is more like it. And people are tired and fed up and therefore usually bloody rude. Dealing with them is about as much fun as a good solid kick in the head.
But! I got to scrub in for an op this morning! That's the last big thing I had to do for my portfolio. I need to write all these bits up over the weekend, give them to my assessor monday and then it's finished, all bar the shouting and a couple of pages of questions. I hope. And it was fun to finally scrub properly - I know how to do it but this was the first time in anger, so to speak. I found gloving much easier with wet hands, oddly enough...I dunno what my heartrate was doing but I felt so bloody nervous! (It was an eye enucleation - poor cat actually had a tumour inside the eyeball. So I got to hold instruments and stuff while the vet poked around and cut all the connections so we could take the eye out. Good stuff, if rather crowded with two people around the cat's head!)
So that's good. And I've discovered that if I block Pepsi's line of sight so that she can't see the cats flouncing past her crate she stays dry...I'll try it tonight, see if it helps.
Titch is doing well. I startled her this morning by opening the door to give her breakfast before she was awake; she leapt to her feet, let out a short, high pitched screech (scaring the shit out of me and earning a scream from me in return!) and emptied her anal glands. Yuk. So my hallway smells of Angry Ferret now. Still, I'm taking her to work with me this afternoon.
I wonder what the optimum age for socialisation in the ferret is?
Catch you later, guys.
