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Double Argh!
Aug. 9th, 2004 08:18 pmIt's just... *mimes various acts of frustration* Aaaaaaaaah!
Got chewed out by the Supervisor from On High today. For something I had absolutely no control over. And she even gave me a lecture about medicine. From management. Argh! Yes, I know what kennel cough looks like. I also know what wormy puppies look like. I can tell the difference, and I'm very sure the vet knows, thanks. *headdesk* Once, just bloody once, I love it if they would show up for the sole purpose to recognize that we do a kickass job in that hospital. Just once.
While I'm at it, I'd like a pony.
In happier (or less frustrating) shelter news, I nailed a diagnosis today. The ACT's found a cat flat out in C-room. She was a skinny girl with four fat sassy kittens, and for some reason went from friendly and active yesterday to catatonic and dying today. So we run the required tests, FeLV/FIV, Panleuk, PCV, TP... nada. So I'm sitting there watching the cat try to breathe and wonder out loud if it could be milk fever (hypocalcemia). Chad said it was on his list, but he didn't sound to sure about it. So we put in an IV catheter and hook up fluids... and I swear, I just turn the thing on and the cat goes into these massive seizures, clawing it's face and biting... I held on to her scruff for dear life, and by the time we got some sedative in her veins (thank God for the catheter) she had bitten through her tongue and bloodied her face up pretty good. Veerrrrry strange. She didn't do it again though. We drew blood to run a blood panal, but the *$#@^% machine messed up the tests twice, and by that time Chad had decided to go with the milk fever theory and started giving calcium. Well, a few doses of calcium later (much, much later... calcium is injected slllllllllllloooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwlllllllllyyyyyyy) she was perked up. Well, as perked up as she was likely to get after getting that close to seeing if there's a cat heaven. When I left, she was munching on a late-night snack and meowing at me to go get her kittens. Sassy little thing.
*does a Snoopy dance* I was right! I was right!
And for those who really couldn't care less about shelter life, here's something fun: Cast pics from the new Narnia movie that's in production now. Only a year and a half to go!
http://www.narniaweb.com/casting.asp
Got chewed out by the Supervisor from On High today. For something I had absolutely no control over. And she even gave me a lecture about medicine. From management. Argh! Yes, I know what kennel cough looks like. I also know what wormy puppies look like. I can tell the difference, and I'm very sure the vet knows, thanks. *headdesk* Once, just bloody once, I love it if they would show up for the sole purpose to recognize that we do a kickass job in that hospital. Just once.
While I'm at it, I'd like a pony.
In happier (or less frustrating) shelter news, I nailed a diagnosis today. The ACT's found a cat flat out in C-room. She was a skinny girl with four fat sassy kittens, and for some reason went from friendly and active yesterday to catatonic and dying today. So we run the required tests, FeLV/FIV, Panleuk, PCV, TP... nada. So I'm sitting there watching the cat try to breathe and wonder out loud if it could be milk fever (hypocalcemia). Chad said it was on his list, but he didn't sound to sure about it. So we put in an IV catheter and hook up fluids... and I swear, I just turn the thing on and the cat goes into these massive seizures, clawing it's face and biting... I held on to her scruff for dear life, and by the time we got some sedative in her veins (thank God for the catheter) she had bitten through her tongue and bloodied her face up pretty good. Veerrrrry strange. She didn't do it again though. We drew blood to run a blood panal, but the *$#@^% machine messed up the tests twice, and by that time Chad had decided to go with the milk fever theory and started giving calcium. Well, a few doses of calcium later (much, much later... calcium is injected slllllllllllloooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwlllllllllyyyyyyy) she was perked up. Well, as perked up as she was likely to get after getting that close to seeing if there's a cat heaven. When I left, she was munching on a late-night snack and meowing at me to go get her kittens. Sassy little thing.
*does a Snoopy dance* I was right! I was right!
And for those who really couldn't care less about shelter life, here's something fun: Cast pics from the new Narnia movie that's in production now. Only a year and a half to go!
http://www.narniaweb.com/casting.asp
