I has been 1 week since I started working, and it have been crazy, literally.
The first day of work I started with my first spay in a 1.5 years hiatus from surgery, with the diagnosis from A-Z including blood smears, ultrasound, IV ports, blood works and towards the spay.
The spay was, eventful seeing how things have happened.
Nevertheless, my boss saved my ass, and the patient is now on 4 paws after 5 days of great care thank to the team.
Working have been, interesting.
I began to get used to people calling me a Dr, although I seldom introduce myself as one. I just don't think it's really right to use the title on demand; it should be from an earned title when people see what you can do to help their companions.
Handling the clinic was not easy at all. Despite most warded cases and stable under my boss's care, the outpatients can be quite a handful.
I am just extremely lucky my boss is a very open vet, who is constantly willing to listen and answer to my pleas and confusions as a budding vet. No questions are stupid, and every little bits are actually a chance to learn.
Overtime is still a very normal thing to happen on daily basis, but I should strive to hit the car by the right time soon so both me and my boss wouldn't get a burnout.
As for personal life, I knew that after the beginning of work, I will lack the time and space to handle it; even more when I should be learning all the appropriate ropes as a young vet. Maybe I should just not bother about any stuffs, at least not until I am on my feet and ready to actually commit time for something as delicate and another special person in life.
On the other hand, my boss gave me a challenge to hit my DVM 1 look by the time I leave the clinic in January. I took up the challenge, but I should stop eating like a king for dinner...
Until the next post then!
