And I found an article that said this
Affected foals will continue to suckle readily, are afebrile and have no clinical abnormality other than diarrhoea.
Thus, owner education and benign neglect are ideal treatments.
Somehow I don’t think I can write that in my report…
This is you. This is where all your thoughts are kept. Every other part of your body is used to protect and sustain this.
I want to cry
it’s weirdly comforting to know that all of the meaningless bullshit society judges me on is just a meatsuit made to support the terrifying tentacle beast that is my true form (◡‿◡✿)
THAT LAST COMMENT. BAM.
That’s one helluva dissection
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The dating website eHarmony has published a wonderfully upbeat, but sadly unrealistic list of reasons why dating a veterinarian is a good idea.
So in the interests of singletons everywhere, I’ve written a few corrections to save everyone the time…
Seriously, this I’d why I will stay single
There is nothing better than having an audience of people who sit back and watch you do things while offering annoying advice, usually after things have gone wrong.
The only thing worse than that is people with no idea who actually try to help and end up making things go from fine, to ‘what the fuck is happening’.
At what point does it become better to stay awake and become nocturnal? I start dairy work placement in just under 4 hours (my second least anticipated placement, behind chooks. Guess what I am doing next *facepalm*).
I couldn’t sleep so I decided to finish reading the last Hunger Games book.
Bad move Bob.
Now I am tired and sad.
Now I am using this time to try and get some work on my last placement report done.
Fingers crossed I get something productive done…
Inflating a set of cat lungs
Lungs are by most accounts mundane. Everybody has them, few give it much thought. But sequestered within darkness of the chest cavity, enveloping the fluttering heart, there’s a incredible wonder to this oddly inflatable organ.
Dissection is a destructive process. Rudely excised from membranous mooring and nourishing vessels, the deflated lungs appear little more than bloodied meat; amorphous and exposed…….until a breath of air unfurls its secret glory.
Here, a set of cat lungs is inflated with a straw. Comprised of hundreds of millions of microscopic air sacks called aveoli, Mammalian lungs harbor air capacity that is difficult to believe unless seen. The color of the entire organ lightens into a soft pink, as each microscopic sac fills with air.
A debt of gratitude is owed to cyborgraptor for her assistance in creating these gifs, as well as the students that help me film this demo.
So… This is the observable difference between collapsed and non-collapsed lungs, good to know for post mortems!
Clothes, shoes, toiletries, makeup, syringes, overalls, gumboots, stethoscope, clinic clothes, uni notes, laptop, blankets, dog sling to cover the back seat to prevent muddy foot prints, sometimes pillows, fast food wrappers, non perishable foods…
You need something? I might have it in my car.
My car is more than just a portable bedroom, it’s actually closer to a portable hotel room. I’ve had pracs where I have been totally covered in all sorts of stuff (read: shit and other body fluids) and have gone to my car and found wet wipes, cleaned off with them, stripped off and totally changed (including underwear, you use the blankets to make a dressing room) and then found heels in the boot and a bandanna and then gone out to dinner looking pretty and not smelling.
Cars are amazing things.
Inspired by barbarea
So one of my good friends just rolled back into town after being away on placement. While she was at the clinic a vet asked her what piece of advice she’s want to pass onto students about to head into clinical placements. She said
"You need to know when to rack off"
It is so true and covers more than just clinical placements. There is nothing more frustrating than being followed around by someone who shadows your every footstep and asks bloody annoying questions. We’ve all been in a situation where it has happened, at work, at home, socially, and we all know it sucks. Yet I still find myself bugging the hell out of people and I have to stop myself from making them want to kill me.
On top of that, in a veterinary clinical setting, sometimes, you need a moment of quiet to think. Try auscultating the thoracic cavity when there is someone talking to you. That shit’s hard enough to hear already! And I don’t know about you guys, but I can’t do math and literally anything else at the same time. I can’t even walk and do math. There is no way I could figure out dosage calculations while answering questions or having someone breathe down my neck.
As I have said before, I HATE that feeling of total stuck, slightly panicked confusion that comes from not wanting to hover, but also wanting to be involved and helpful, but also try not to be a dick. If the vet is busy, write down questions you have and then research them yourself, or ask someone when you are less busy.
You gotta ask to learn, but don’t make them regret accepting you for placement…
That’s not ideal..