Sunday, March 16, 2008
We have 5-6 pets in our house, depending on the week. They all go to the vet, and I pay my vet. No HIPPA, no insurance, no medicaid, gimme mine, ain't this free, doc take a look at the drip from my penis. Just a simple transaction of a consumer (me) paying for the service and expertise of another ( the vet). My animals don't exaggerate, are compliant with their medical regimens (they have to be), don't abuse the vet for drugs, don't take their social problems to the vet, (maladjustment, life's unfair, I broke this needle off in my arm, these condylomas on my anus are bleeding, my husband's doinking the babysitter and I can't take it, etc, etc, etc). My animals don't bring their relatives they haven't seen in 5 YEARS to the vet, just to say "He don't look right." They don't take a bucket of random pills to the vet, expecting the vet to identify them. My pets don't vet shop and have several records and CAT scans (get it, CAT scans) at many different vets in town. My vet goes home at 4:30, and has maybe 1 or 2 emergencies per week after hours. End of life pet issues are usually less complicated, although maybe not less heartbreaking (especially if the relative was a drunk, sexually abusive uncle). I could go on, but I just would get more depressed prior to heading in for my 6th shift in a row. Maybe someone will bring in a beagle tonight, or better yet, a monkey. We could use a good shit throwing in the ED.
Posted by shrodingers cat at Sunday, March 16, 2008