I can pinpoint my favorite moment of all time.
It was when I turned in my pager at the end of my residency.
I was thrilled to be finished with my on-call time. True, I was still in the beginning of my PhD research. I had lots of long days and late nights ahead of me. Put planned long days and late nights.
No more 2 am phone calls with cows in labor or colicky horses! Hooray!
Then I got married.
To a veterinarian.
To a large animal vet.
Who takes emergency calls.
(In case you forgot, my residency was in large animal medicine.)
Can you guess what this means? It means that I often get asked to help with emergencies. Small and large.
Hm. I meant small animal and large animal emergencies. But I suppose there are also emergencies that are small or large as well. I help with them all!
One night I helped with a Labrador puppy who was playing too rough with siblings and got his eyes proptosed. (Kind of gross. It was before I was blogging, and have no photo. Know what a pug looks like all the time – kind of surprised? It’s like that, but more pronounced.)
I have helped with a few emergency C-sections on dogs.
I have helped with an emergency C-section on our own cows, and emergency care of our sick calves.
Last night I helped with a Pygmy goat C-section. On the tailgate of the vet truck. At 10:00pm. (At least it wasn’t 2:00 am!)
Although I do not have a pager, I still have a husband!
Bring on the emergencies!!
Before midnight, please.