tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963940430516650019.post8504481443254456642..comments2023-09-16T11:37:10.056-04:00Comments on I'm Always Right: My Vet Is a JackassRedheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763007541819974123noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963940430516650019.post-70703178567385910782008-08-16T18:53:00.000-04:002008-08-16T18:53:00.000-04:00You ripped a tooth?! Well that's one of the more c...You ripped a tooth?! Well that's one of the more creative excuses I've heard, and...ok, more honestly I feel about two inches tall right now. I'm really sorry to hear that. Get well first and then come back.MCBiashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08158534411541450613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963940430516650019.post-21894625816192771802008-08-15T17:00:00.000-04:002008-08-15T17:00:00.000-04:00Shut up. I was going to post today, but instead I ...Shut up. I was going to post today, but instead I decided to rip a tooth in half while eating a salad, spend the next hour making small talk and pretending I wasn't in excruciating pain while at a business lunch, going back to the office and calling every dentist in NYC to see if ANY of them were actually open on a Friday afternoon in the summertime and able to fit me in (FYI, I went into the wrong profession). Then I decided to trot off and spend a couple hours in a dentist's chair while while having half my tooth removed, my gums cut into because the crack was so high they 'couldn't see if the rest of the tooth was salvagable' and then getting some glue-type substance put in the gaping hole where half my tooth used to reside so I can wait it out until my insurance company gives the okay to surgically repair me. So no, I didn't post today. Sorry about that.Redheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03763007541819974123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963940430516650019.post-21246449833858101912008-08-15T14:40:00.000-04:002008-08-15T14:40:00.000-04:00No Friday post?No Friday post?MCBiashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08158534411541450613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963940430516650019.post-69923927189297057172008-08-13T08:44:00.000-04:002008-08-13T08:44:00.000-04:00alex: Thank you! My mother actually called her vet...alex: Thank you! My mother actually called her vet (great guy) to ask him about this after I called her, completely distraught, and he assured her this had NOT been necessary. <BR/><BR/>erin: Aw, P is a rescue too - I think that definitely factors into the whole skittish thing. Also ask your vet if he uses the front or back of the neck; I know the back of the neck on some animals is actually very tough (they get carried around by their mothers there), but my vet used the front of the neck, and I STILL would have preferred the leg if they'd asked me.<BR/><BR/>mcb: You know, the main thing people say to me upon hearing this story is 'I can't believe you didn't say/do anything!' I'm kind of surprised myself (I'm not one to keep my displeasure quiet), but I honestly...I was just so shocked and upset, I could barely speak (a first for me). <BR/><BR/>mel: I would have been really angry too! You're right, you think people who choose to work with animals would love them and treat them better than the average person, but I'm beginning to realize that's not true. That's why if I'm going away for any length of time, I still only trust my parents to take care of P - hence, I have to drag her out to NJ (she hates it, but it allows me to relax and not worry).<BR/><BR/>anon: Princess? You think I would name my cat Princess? Are you serious? Think less prissy valley girl and more mythical god. (Oh, and thanks for the support - I'm thinking of saying something when I call today to get her test results.)Redheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03763007541819974123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963940430516650019.post-23667855308038484392008-08-12T22:23:00.000-04:002008-08-12T22:23:00.000-04:00Usually a lurker - but last time I picked up my ca...Usually a lurker - but last time I picked up my cat Garfield from the vet after boarding him there was too much food leftover - so I can definitley feel your rage. And the only reason I board him is because I don't trust anyone else while I'm away, figuring the vet is the best option - but that was the last time at that vet.Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01037356615275206538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963940430516650019.post-43213442872963356532008-08-12T20:49:00.000-04:002008-08-12T20:49:00.000-04:00I surprisingly did make it through the whole thing...I surprisingly did make it through the whole thing. Knowing your love of all things feline, I thought you were exaggerating...but unfortunately you weren't. What is it about med folks and their pincushion poking?! I got to talk to my brother the nurse about that. Do they train med folk to poke harder and faster when the patient seems to be in pain? I'm starting to wonder...MCBiashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08158534411541450613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963940430516650019.post-78546759607809542172008-08-12T18:12:00.000-04:002008-08-12T18:12:00.000-04:00They take my dog's blood from her neck, but they a...They take my dog's blood from her neck, but they always take her in the back to do it, so I thankfully never have to see it. She's a pretty skittish dog (she's a rescue who weighs five pounds, so she's got some justifiable anxiety). But I just always assumed the larger vein was better for drawing blood. I'll ask my vet (who's a much nicer/smarter guy than Dr. Genius) next time what the difference is.Erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03757248678792384479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963940430516650019.post-70289101435579418692008-08-12T17:29:00.000-04:002008-08-12T17:29:00.000-04:00Neck?!I'm outraged on P's behalf. I've been to th...Neck?!<BR/><BR/>I'm outraged on P's behalf. I've been to the vet with 4 cats (my girl-cat, and the cats of several ex-es), and have always seen needles used in the back leg. Just... wow.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com