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So, I either just rocked that exam or bombed it pretty badly. I refuse to think about it. I've got a surgery to do in... *checks clock* two hours.
It's supposed to be a cat spay, my final, graded surgery for this class.
...
It's a dog. Admittedly, a cute dog (named Sasha), despite the fact she's a Chihuahua (I took pics. Maybe, if the writing-up-of-surgery doesn't wipe me out tonight, I'll work on picspam), but still, she's a dog. Good for Trapper, who is getting graded on her anesthesia, because dogs are worlds easier to put a IV catheter and ET tube into, but not as good for me, because cat spays are (supposedly) easier. Of course, I've (sorta) done a dog spay before, and not a cat, so.
LALALA. I've got my coffee, I've got my notes, we're gonna rock through this dang surgery.
Miss Martha was most displeased at me for getting up at 4:45 (which, to her, is 3:45 because cats don't do daylight savings). There was much yawning in my face.
Also, had to get blood off of Sasha with a butterfly catheter in her lateral saphenous. In nontechnical terms - pokey needle in a tiiiiny vein in a wiggly dog. Because her jugular? MIA. It's there, because her head hasn't swollen up like a balloon and popped in a bloody mess, but even the head tech of the lab building couldn't find the jugular.
AND I DIDN'T EVEN BEGIN TO BLOW THAT BABY. How much do I rock? :D
It's supposed to be a cat spay, my final, graded surgery for this class.
...
It's a dog. Admittedly, a cute dog (named Sasha), despite the fact she's a Chihuahua (I took pics. Maybe, if the writing-up-of-surgery doesn't wipe me out tonight, I'll work on picspam), but still, she's a dog. Good for Trapper, who is getting graded on her anesthesia, because dogs are worlds easier to put a IV catheter and ET tube into, but not as good for me, because cat spays are (supposedly) easier. Of course, I've (sorta) done a dog spay before, and not a cat, so.
LALALA. I've got my coffee, I've got my notes, we're gonna rock through this dang surgery.
Miss Martha was most displeased at me for getting up at 4:45 (which, to her, is 3:45 because cats don't do daylight savings). There was much yawning in my face.
Also, had to get blood off of Sasha with a butterfly catheter in her lateral saphenous. In nontechnical terms - pokey needle in a tiiiiny vein in a wiggly dog. Because her jugular? MIA. It's there, because her head hasn't swollen up like a balloon and popped in a bloody mess, but even the head tech of the lab building couldn't find the jugular.
AND I DIDN'T EVEN BEGIN TO BLOW THAT BABY. How much do I rock? :D