Almost there
I've almost made it to Friday Lunch. Whew.
It's snowing kinda crazy right now and oh yeah, it's fricking cold. It's only snowing outside, but it's cold outside and inside. Yay.
Poor kittehs. I'm a bad mother for making the naked ladies go to the doctor in the middle of January. I tried to bundle them up, but they were having nothing to do with it. Wouldn't let me put their sweaters on, wouldn't stay under the blankets I put in their carriers. Coming home from the vet, though, no arguments about getting under the blankets. Guess they didn't believe me that it was so cold out there. They've never been out in that kind of cold before.
I miss my old vet in Tampa. She luuuuuved the girls. She once came in on her day off, because she found out that the receptionist scheduled the girls' appointment for then. Seriously. That's how much she loved to see them. She always gushed over them, but more importantly, she was meticulous. The files I brought from Tampa are full of the most detailed notes about their exams. She always made careful note of where she gave injections in case there were adverse reactions later, she'd know what shot and when was it given in that site.
The new vet...well, the new vets aren't that great. It bothers me that I wasn't even given a chance to see the same vet I saw last year. So, we saw someone completely different. She was nice enough, but not terribly thorough or terribly interested. I don't require gushing, but I do think I shouldn't be the one to remind the vet to check the girls' teeth. Good grief, they're almost 8. They need their teeth checked. It annoyed me too that when there was a question of when they'd last had this or that done, she flipped halfheartedly through their files and said, "I don't see anything in here about it."
"But I brought all their files from Tampa," I said.
"Oh, I don't know where those would be," the vet said.
Grrrrr. These are my kids. I brought their old medical files, so the new vet would have those records and she doesn't know where those would be? I hate it when I get the feeling that someone went into veterinary science because they didn't want the responsibility that would come with being a medical doctor. My old vet was so good, I would have trusted her to be my doctor. *sniff* We miss you, Dr. Christine.
I liked the veterinarian's assistant, though. She said, "Oh, I've never actually touched a Sphynx before."
It was so cute, because all through the exams, while she was holding the girls still, she was sort of checking them out. She kept touching Sippy's little furry toes and sneaking a feel on Flanny's rat tail. All with this little gleem of excitement, so I know she's going to go home and tell somebody all about it. Maybe she'll grow up to be a good vet.
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I think my vet is a teaching/intern/whatever office because there always seems to be a different floater, once I had Doogie Howser. I swear he was 12!!! Anyway, I probably should but I don't really care that any old vet will see Elvis. I honestly don't know who is who there. But they all seem pretty nice and seem to know what's going on, and how could anyone not love Elvy? They do sometimes ask if I want to see a particular doctor but why start now?
That sucks that you went from your Tampa vet to the one now, and it's ridiculous she doesn't care enough to look through the notes or look FOR the ones from Tampa. what a maroon. That's cool the assistant was interested in your kitties though! You should ask if she's gonna be a vet and to let you know when.
I had to switch vets something like 5 times till I found the absolutely AMAZING vets I have now. That's why I drive 15 miles, one way, to see them. Speaking of which, it's definitely time for me to schedule checkups for the kidd - such a pain as none of them get along so I can only take in 1 at a time.