I helped perform a necropsy today on my ex-boss's Collie. I took my cat Champagne in to the vet because she's been ill, only to find that my ex-boss's dog was on the table, dying. In a big way, I'm very glad I was there at that moment. My boss saw me and just fell into my arms and fell to pieces. I've never seen someone more upset over a death, and that includes human deaths. After she'd been assisted home by a co-worker, it was just myself, one technician, and another doctor there. Needless to say, somehow I ended up in scrubs helping to crack open a rib cage to run an autopsy on the lungs. Can we say: Holy shit! It's not the first necropsy I've done, but it was definitely the most thorough one I've been a part of.
I had my surgery for the removal of my wisdom teeth on Tuesday. When I got there all of the electricity was off due to the fire, but was told that it wasn't a problem once power came back on. Instead of a general anesthetic I received deep sedation, which turned out to be fine despite my initial apprehension. I'm so used to monitoring animals under anesthesia and sedation, not being on the receiving end. I woke up to extreme pain at two points, then was injected down again. I woke up again to see suture material in front of my face that I recognized as chromic gut, often used for dental procedures. In my half wakeful state I began to excitedly exclaim that I KNEW what that was! Of course, I forgot that my mouth was gagged open, and that I probably had blood pooling in my mouth. So it sounded something like, "OHAHYOWHAATIH!" They shut me up with another injection, strangely enough.
Anyway, since then, very minor repercussions. Some swelling a couple of days after, but I've only been sore, no extreme pain present. Made a trip out to Blockbuster and rented seven movies that I've been making my way through. So when my kettlebells finally came in the mail, it was with great disgruntlement that I had to let them sit by the couch I'd set up camp on. I gave many a longing look from behind ice-packed cheeks. Although I must admit, when a host of cousins came into town last night, I couldn't help but show them a thing or two, and make them attempt the hack squat. Shhh...
By the way, I love people. And they piss me off to an inconceivable degree. I'm beginning to wonder if the only true form of love is between family members, and if everything else isn't just a means of using each other. Do people just use each other until they're of no use anymore? Or they're sucked dry? Maybe I just feel exceedingly bitter. Why is it that when I'm recovering from surgery that instead of wanting to be there for me, I'm expected to be the sounding board for attention grabbers? Why is it NOT fucking okay for me to be weak for a few damn days? I admit, I'm a natural leader, I'm strong, I'm capable, I'm responsible, and I want to take the whole fucking world on. But seriously, when I've had my face opened up and operated on, I think it's okay for me to lower the walls for a minute and hope that people can respect that.
Then why is it that when that happens, no one is there?
Anyways, enough bitching. I'm a tough lady. And I've got some Rock Band to play!
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