It was a full-blown Monday, all right.
Started off bad and got worse. Well, no, honestly, it really wasn't that bad... just really really busy. Some interesting stuff, but no time to really enjoy it... on to the next patient! This is the real problem with medicine... it's a damned assembly line. I'm not the first to complain thusly, and I won't be the last, but damn does it get irritating! And I'm not even a patient! Of course, it's been this way for years... on days. Nights, well, it was different most of the time. Not all of the time, but most of the time. And there are still times when we can spend some extra time with a patient... but only if we want to delete that time from the next patient. I was told by a tech that comes in at 07:00, whom I used to see every day, that she never sees me with a smile on my face anymore. I told her that it was because I used to just see her on my way out the door, but that isn't it, really. What it really is is something that I'm gonna have to think on some... think really hard on. About 18:45 Karen yelled at me from the front deck... The little kitty had been hit by a car, and was laying by the curb on the other side of the street. I went over to assess the damage, hoping that she was already dead. Luckily, she was. I didn't have to take any further action... her head had been hit by the car tire. So Andy and I buried her in the pet cemetary. There are a lotta bones out there, most of them the result of traffic. There are a couple that died of old age, though... well, at least one, Scrambles. Sometimes, we just go along thinking that life is rosey, then an innocent kitten dies. We get over it, sooner or later, but the innocent kitten never does... it stays dead. That can be interpreted as very deep or very shallow... and right now, I don't really care how you interpret it. I'm just saddened at the loss of my pet, and at Karen's loss. She was a good cat, she was.