Okay, I’ve been a bad blogger, I admit it! I’ll try and post more regularly, as things are always going on. I also want to thank you for your comments, as it helps me realise that someone actually reads this!
My first two weeks at the clinic as an official employee were just amazing and I have never been so certain that I made the right career choice. I adore it all. Yes, it is difficult and can be gross sometimes, but because it’s a job I love, it doesn’t bother me so much.
The other girls there (yes, it’s ALL women) have been more open and helpful since I was hired. I assume it’s because they know I’m in it with them for the long haul. They have all been very patient with me as I learn all the ins and outs of how the clinic runs and take the time to show me step-by-step how certain processes are done.
I have been more careful to evaluate any cats that I don’t know or haven’t seen there in the past, because I did get bitten on my right index finger last week. The good news is that I pulled away quick enough and only received a short puncture. If the cat had bitten a tendon or gone deeper to hit a major vein, I would have had to go to the hospital immediately. Cat bites are not something to take lightly and I’ve been careful to keep a very close eye on the wound.
No one could have predicted this particular cat, though. Most cats who are fractious exude a certain body language that the cat who bite me was not showing, nor did he give a “warning” bite or make any noises that would have set off a red flag (hissing, growling, etc.). One of the vets was shocked that the cute teddy-bear-looking cat bit someone. LOL!
Ah well, my finger is just fine and actually almost healed. Good thing, too, since there’s a fresh scratch on my left hand that I need to watch this week. Heh! Someone getting a minor scratch is practically a daily occurrence. It’s just part of the job when you’re dealing with ill kitties.