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memories from my first 2 years of vet school!

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Took me until about halfway through college before I realized “study” means “play with the material in a variety of ways until you understand it” and not just “read the assigned chapters and do the homework” and I think that probably should have been discussed at some point prior to that.

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the human brain literally needs the color green (grass, leafs) to like self-calibrate and not go insane i sincerely believe this

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Vasko Taskovski (Macedonian, b. 1937)

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Things the vet office staff wish you would stop doing:

Please don’t take your dog off the leash in the lobby for any reason ever (including to put them on the scale!).

Never EVER yank on your dog’s leash to get their attention. Pulling on a leash the wrong way can very easily do permanent damage to your dog’s neck and windpipe, not to mention their trust in you. Always use your words first, then gently guide them where you want them to be using encouragement. Use your body to block them from unwelcome distractions.

Never force your dog towards someone they don’t know. You’re the owner. Enforce that strangers must get low and let your dog come to them first. If they’re forced into situations they’re unsure of, the likelihood that they will growl or bite is greatly increased. So is their anxiety.

Don’t hover at the counter if you are not checking in or out.

Don’t expect to call or walk in and demand to speak to your veterinarian. You can leave a message and they will get back to you. Even within the hospital, the doctor’s time is fiercely guarded and all matters are triaged by their vet assistant before it’s decided to interrupt the veterinarian (most things don’t make the cut).

Expect to wait 3-5 business days for refill requests to be approved. See rule number five.

If your appointment was a drop-off, please please try to resist the temptation to call and check and see how your pet is doing. The assistant will call you when they can. Ironically this is the number two thing that causes interruptions at crucial times during treatment.

The number one reason that hospitals run behind is because clients are late (and often expect outsized accommodation because of how difficult it was to get the animal to the hospital compared to their normal routine). We really do try to remain flexible, but if your appointment is only 30 minutes and you’re 15 minutes late, most clinics will require you to reschedule because we can’t provide you adequate care in that time. Similarly, if you’re scheduled to pick up at 1:30 and you arrive at 3:00, expect to wait longer. The technician had time to explain Fluffy’s diagnosis to you at 1:30; at 3:00, they’re supposed to be in a room with another client.

Remember that your pet is almost certainly not ‘misbehaving’ out of spite. They are just acting according to their nature, which is sometimes incongruous with the expectations that we put on them. They have different priorities than we do. Your best bet is to work with their nature and give them a lot of grace. Scolding is the least effective way to change behavior.

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My ancestors, watching me dump an entire stick of cinnamon, two cloves, an allspice berry, and a generous grating of nutmeg into my tea, sweetened with white sugar and loaded with cream, while I sit in my clean warm house surrounded by books, 25+ outfits for different occasions, and 6 pairs of shoes, in a building heated so well I have the windows open in mid-autumn:

Our daughter prospers. We are proud of her. She has never labored in a field but knows riches we could not have imagined.

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I like this so much better than the idea that our ancestors would be embarrassed or ashamed of us for being “soft” or some crap like that.

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My ancestors, watching me stuff my face with fried chicken while studying: She eats like an imperial concubine and can afford to study like am imperial scholar. WE MADE IT

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She eats like an imperial concubine and can afford to study like am imperial scholar

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My ancestors watching me use my stand mixer while living in a small apartment and attending university: Thou hast kneadeth bread in FOUR hail marys??? FOUR??? And thou ist poor as a churchmouse, yet liveth in a fine cottage with four pounds butter and fresh berries in thy larder!! And two featherbeds! And thou attendeth the King’s college, as a lord!!

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My ancestors being like:

Look at this fine young lady! She can paint she can sew and embrody, she sings and read

And without a wealthy father to pay for that, plus she is florid in the body! She doesn’t know hunger!

We did it!

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Me: /wearily studying/

My Ancestors: TRULY SH— what? They? A little unorthodox, but reasonable I suppose. TRULY THEY PROSPER, FOR THEY LIVE IN A DWELLING WITH MANY ROOMS AND ONLY THEIR SPOUSE TO SHARE IT WITH! THEY HAVE DOGS WHO DO NOT PERFORM A FUNCTION! THEY HAVE MANY BOOKS AND DO NOT HAVE TO SPIN THEIR OWN YARN! THEY BATHE AT A WHIM WITH GENTLE SOAP FREE OF LYE! OUR DESCENDANT BRINGS HONOR AND PRIDE TO OUR LINEAGE!

Me: /yawns and sips my coffee/

My Ancestors: /cheer wildly/

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Me: *hunched over at my desk nursing a headache.*

My Ancestors: “Truly, we prosper; see here, our infirm descendant need not even work on her poor days, but has the luxury to rest as she sees need! A doctor attends to her illnesses; her clothes are warm and free of pests; she cares for exotic and dangerous animals within her own home! We have found the height of luxury!”

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Me: *treats myself to a pineapple and a bunch of bananas*

My Georgian ancestors: ZOOTH SHE HAS BOUGHT A PINEAPPLE! NOT MERELY BORROWED ONE! TRULY SHE HAS ACHIEVED FAR MORE THAN WE COULD KNOW!

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me: [puts on warm socks and a blanket, is now warm regardless of the weather outside]

My impoverished Russian Jewish ancestors:

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Me: [learns to knit from youtube videos]

My ancestors: Our descendant, the heir to all our hopes and fears for a far-off future… She can buy fine clothes woven and knit by automatons, with but a fraction of a day’s earnings… and she does… she has so much free time to do as she pleases… and she uses some of that time to do what we did.

One woman from rural Poland, who died from smallpox in 1717 CE, a grandmother at 35: I knit roses and peonies into my and my children’s gloves… it wasn’t much extra work to dye the red, once I had already cleaned the wool and spun the yarn, and to knit in the designs… and I wasn’t a gifted knitter but I was a good knitter, and I thought, well, it might not make a difference to how warm the glove is, but it made the children happy and it made me happy. I liked to make things beautiful when I could.

Another woman, a peasant from what’s now France, who died from getting kicked by a mammoth in 8995 BCE: [Patting her on the back] I made my family’s clothes too. Every day my sister and I wove and wove and tended our children. We went out of our way to make the cloth lovely. Not a trace of it remains anywhere on earth now… But it mattered to us. And she might not know our names, or know it was us, but evidently, it matters to her too. She has so much beauty available to her, in every direction, and she wants to make it where we once made it.

[everyone sobbing and high-fiving each other.]

A man from Britain, 1104 CE, sitting at the trans-temporal telescope, reporting on my doings: She’s stopped knitting and now she’s playing minecraft.

The other ancestors: Ah, yes, the dream of building. We know this one well. What vision doth she design now?

Telescope man: Looks like… Some kind of floating temple?

Everyone: [Goes completely apeshit]

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Me: studying Marine Biology, out in the middle of the Elkhorn slough absolutely fucking covered in the most foul-smelling mud and swamp scum you can imagine, deliriously happy as I spot a tell-tale bubbling in the mud. I jump off the small dock and drive my entire arm into the mud like a Mortal Kombat Character ripping someone’s heart out of their chest, and pull out a 4lb, two-foot long Geoduck Clam and hold it aloft, triumphant.

My Homminid ancestors, who were doing exactly this with much smaller clams 900,000 years ago: *going absolutely literally apeshit over my flawless technique and the marvelous size of my quarry* CLAM! CLAM! CLAM! CLAM! CLAM! CLAM! CLAM! WHOOOOOOOOO!!!!

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farmwitch

5.09.23

i have had my first days of university and already have a lot of studying to do

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selfhealingmoments

i haven’t posted my own stuff on here for ages (i think i deleted all of my original posts way back) so i’ll introduce myself again :)

i’m E and in a couple of days i will officially start uni as a veterinary medicine student.

i’ll try to run this blog mostly for myself and to visualise my progress in academics, fitness & whatever else.

meet my puppy!

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29.08.23

breaths of fresh air before uni starts. nothing could have prepared me for how humbling it is to take up running as a beginner.

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whsprings

yes, food is fuel. but it is also for pleasure. it is also enjoyable. it is also emotional, personal, intimate. food is fuel, yes, but that does not make you a machine. you are allowed to eat something just because you want it, just because it sounds good, regardless of the nutritional properties. food is a shared human experience bridging across our entire existence. to reduce it to something as simplistic as fuel denies us the emotional connection that food contains. food is fuel, yes, but it is also so much more than that.