Today, which is Wednesday and not a Sunday, I was at the Clinic to observe a Pyometra procedure on an eight year old female pug. Pyometra is a uterine disease, which is usually the result of not spaying a female animal. Predominant in female dogs, this infection is also seen in cats, rabbits or better yet, let Wiki clarify it.

In order to further my studies through observation and participation, I decided, with my preceptor’s permission, to observe unique surgeries (other than neuters, spays and growth removals) that may pass through the clinic on my days off from the other place. Sundays are non-surgery days at the Clinic and my surgery participation, at this time, at the other place are limited, and basically entail monitoring anesthesia, at this time…for now…hopefully not in the future…as scribbling on paper can be BORING.

The other place, in time will have…

Although I am currently working at another clinic three days a week/10-12 hours a day, my Sundays at the Clinic is still in place.

It’s hard to leave home.

Home is where the Heart is.

The Clinic is where it began. Where the mid-life crisis compelled me to change careers and guided me towards answering an ad which led to meeting a boss who was intrigued by my transition and hired me on the spot. It’s taking a year of hard work, commitment, dealing with the drama of unpredictable co-workers and also an unpredictable boss.

But…

Now…

It’s comfortable
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The culture, the way things are done (or should be done), the co-workers, the lunches ordered, the snacks raided in the snack closet, SO vs Royal Canin, Prednisone vs Prednisolone, Cerenia vs Convenia (um…which one burns again?) are comfortable.

The new job, at the other place is not.