San Diego is classy

I’ve been here for two and a half days. I’ve spend two of those days in a hotel conference room learning lots of things about management and strengthening the practice’s health care team. I’ve been alternating between feeling excited about things, feeling like I’m doing a good job, feeling like I’m failing, feeling like the practice is failing, feeling like the future is hopeless, and feeling like the future is bright.

No wonder I’m so exhausted when I get back to the hotel.

It’s been great to network with other managers from similar-sized practices to see how we have the same issues, regardless of regional differences. I’ve met managers and technicians from all over the US and Canada, and some veterinarians from Finland and Australia.

Tomorrow I’m going to CVC West itself.

Hallowe’en is in full swing in the Gaslamp Quarter – there’s people partying, cars honking, police cars, trains, oh my! It sounds happy, though. We’ll see how it sounds by the time the bars all close…

How could you?

An essay that makes me cry every time I read it, worse even than the Rainbow Bridge poem:

… continue reading this entry.

Isoflurane adventure

What is the point of working eight hours a day, five days a week, and commuting two hours home, and being too tired to do anything once you get home?

That’s what I thought.

*sigh*

What’s really cool is the generous amount of isoflurane (anesthetic) gas that I inhaled at work, which is made my lungs feel just great (I felt like Piggy and his ass-mar; still do a little). It gave me a wicked headache, too.

Let me tell you how great isoflurane is for you.

No time for games

I’m going to San Diego again this year for CVC West. I plan on taking my much-neglected DS and PSP with me. I have games for both that I haven’t played yet:

DS:

I want to get Disgaea DS too.

(Actually, I went out and bought it before I published this post. Heh.)

PSP:

Things people said to me at work today

“I want to do the bare minimum that I need to do for my pet.”
“I just spent $1200 on my sailboat, I don’t have any money to put into my dog.”
“My cat will never go missing. She doesn’t need any ID.”
“Is it a problem if he eats rat poison?”

I came home and gave my two dogs lots of love and hugs.

Not a runner

Yes, it’s true. I hate running. Loathe it, even. I think it stems from my days as a basketball and field hockey player; running was always a punishment, or at the very least it was the worst part of a practice. There is a special place in hell where bad people have to run lines for all of eternity.

Paul did the Cool Running couch-to-5k program and he did great with it (although he was a runner in the past). Now he runs regularly and *enjoys* it.

I’ve tried to get into running more than once and have always failed. I walk right now for exercise, but I don’t really feel any benefits from it. I do feel good after completing a walk, but not like I’m getting in shape at all. Part of the problem is I really don’t have much more time than 30-45 minutes (an hour, max) after work to get exercise done, and I don’t think I can go far enough to get the results I want by walking 30-45 minutes.

I tried the couch-to-5k too, but failed. I think the problem the last time I tired was that during the interval runs I was running too hard. I wore out my minuscule cardiovascular capacity and smushed up my crappy knee pretty early into the 30 minute workout.

So armed with the knowledge that running actually means jogging when you’re a beginner, I’m going to try again with the 5k training, but this time I’m going to use these podcasts. That way I won’t have to watch the time, and I can still listen to music.

I’ll report back, if I make it…

You say you have an emergency?

Today was one of those insane days at work that don’t come too often: emergency day.

When I came in to open the clinic (early, as I had to run an upgrade on our system) I saw the two emergency cases from the weekend  that were still admitted and were both “CAUTION” patients. Lovely: a bitey cat (slipped disc) and a big bitey dog (rat poison ingestion).

Oh ho! You want me to give 10cc of vitamin K injectable to doggie-who-is-happy-until-one-actually-tries-to-do-something-to-her?

Heh.

The morning saw us frantically tending to two seizuring cats. Their owners had applied an over the counter flea control for dogs that is highly toxic to cats. The poor cats took a long time to get under control, and then we had to bathe them to try to remove any of the stuff that hadn’t been absorbed through the skin.

In an ironic twist, while the cats were seizuring, the fleas were still crawling on them, quite happy and alive.

When I called the company to get the information about the active ingredients, I was told that they don’t cause neurological signs. Really? Hm. Not what any of us (assistants, techs, or doctors) had been taught. It also kind of goes against what we were witnessing and have witnessed in the past.

Then we had a small dog hit by car. Shock treatment, iv fluids, and radiographs were ordered. The dog’s going to be okay, but has broken ribs and lung contusions.

We also hospitalized four sick animals. Bloodwork, xrays, medications; the works.

Wednesday looks to be insane too because we have a surgical specialist coming to do two Tibial Plateau Leveling Osteotomy (TPLO) surgeries and a luxating patella repair.

Whee?

(Note: there are many documented cases of OTC flea control products such as  Hartz, Sergeant’s, Zodiac, etc. causing toxicity in cats and sometimes in dogs too. Please, please don’t use them! Advantage, Program, and Revolution are more expensive, but they are safe. Take this from someone who has seen it first hand and has filled out the Adverse Drug Reaction forms.)

A stupid realization

I stress myself out a lot (needlessly) over trying to discover or uncover what I want in life. The problem stems from the assumption that I’ll want the same thing forever.

Well, I don’t have to discover what I want forever. I just need to discover what I want now.

This, shockingly enough, was a revelation to me. It’s amusing now, bit at the moment it was as if a door had been opened.

But then I started thinking: some things you decide you want (or don’t want) now you may discover that you don’t (or do) want it later…and you can’t change your decision.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m qualified to be an adult.

Goodbye, Waylon

I can’t think of anything to say. Waylon was euthanized this evening.

He had severely injured his spine.

Waylon the Basset hound

We'll miss you, you big stinky dog.

May the Big Black Dog in the Sky look after you.

Say hi to Pokey, Zak, and Digger for me.

Happy birthday!


Happy birthday Paul!

The birthday boy

The birthday boy & companions. Imagine they're all wearing party hats!

<3 toast & the doggies

On Saturday we went to get Paul’s gift from MEC (a cool, super-techy running jacket that I found in the new winter catalog), but they aren’t stocking it yet! And the “backup” gifts are things I’ve suggested to other people to get him…so Paul got an IOU from me for the jacket :(

Last night my Mom and her husband had us and the doggies over for a birthday dinner and a doggie play date.

Tonight Paul gets his choice of where to go for his birthday dinner. Friday night is his “party” at the local Irish pub.

Happy birthday Paul. I love you lots :*

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