As I lay in bed listening to the radio at 6am, the news reader is talking about how people in their early 20’s are still living at home with their parents and how it shouldn’t be happening. So now I’ve reached my mid-late 20’s, living at home with my mum, sister and stepdad is perfectly acceptable right?! At least I’ve managed to get a job, which itself is a miracle! Albeit I think my CV outshone me and I kept my mouth shut and nodded enthusiastically when I first met David and the team at Aldington Equine Vets. It paid off and now they are all wondering what they let themselves in for!
So, as I referenced earlier, I still live at home, in Rochdale, and I start my commute most mornings to the clinic at 7.30am. This journey tends to form the general mood for the day, if the traffic is horrendous; I spend my day running late and playing catch up, also if I get a terrible song stuck in my head that also leads to an equally bad day. Thankfully I only get caught behind the school bus or, as it happened yesterday an overturned lorry that had spilt its contents (which happened to be tins of baked beans) across the M65 rarely.
I arrive at the clinic at 8.30 and armed with a brew start filling my rather small, low to the ground, “vet car” with all the little extra bits I need for my day... which generally leaves just enough space for me to squeeze in; and if I am taking x-rays leaves me to drive like Mr Bean on my chair on the roof, steering with a broom handle and some string.
Being a new vet, I tend to get a lot of routine work thrown my way. So I tend to do a lot of vaccines and dentals in my day. However let’s not fool anyone- also being the new vet I am yet to be fully integrated into the practice by seeing my fair share of petrified, generally naughty or angry ponies. So I set out to meet my match with half a tonne of horse, with attached teeth and legs which like to fly in all directions with the accompanying phrase “Don’t worry, Fluffy has never actually kicked anyone”. As I battle on with a clinical exam fearing for my life, I wonder how on earth I can explain to David and the team that I can no longer work as I am laid in a hospital bed after being kicked into next week and have an arm missing. Also how do I drink out of those swimming pool size double handled Costa cups with one arm?!
Thankfully I walk away from most visits unscathed or with a nasty looking bruise at worst, where the dental gag had been ricocheted off my forearm. At this point I should add, the gag looks like a device for torture. I assure you it’s not- but I will never forget an unsuspecting clients face when she asked for a dental check and I pulled out this lethal arrangement of metal. I think she thought I was going to put it in her mouth, it was a look of sheer horror and fright that crossed over her face!
I do get a fair share of exciting cases too, at the moment I am labelling myself wound woman after seeing plenty of quite horrific wounds including ones where you can see the bone! After seeing so many wounds, my bandaging has come along leaps and bounds and my stomach has somewhat toughened up! Unfortunately I cannot discuss with you at length my individual cases, but my days are never dull and I am thoroughly enjoying my work. The days are long, sometimes the weather is dreary and I can be so tired that I can’t even be bothered to eat (and I have been known to fall asleep in the dog bed!) but I want to say thank you to those people I have met so far for making me feel welcome and to those that are fortunate not to have met me yet.. lock up your ponies!