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.