Beginning of Travels
Monday I began an anesthesia rotation. We were sitting there on the induction/surgery tables, listening to Dr. Riebold talk about their standard procedures, and I was swinging my legs, fidgeting. Jen thought it was "cute," like some school child that couldn't sit still -- and she was thoroughly justified by outward appearances. However, the truth of the matter is that I was fighting to stay awake. It was a painful situation -- along with needing to sneeze, trying to suppress the nose twitching, and not feeling free to leave necropsy rounds this morning.
Monday morning was the sequel to the weekend, the reaping from the sowing of a very good but likewise crazy weekend.
I left Smuckers' on Saturday morning, travelling to Sisters by my lonesome. My efforts to procure a travelling companion were fruitless, and I was left to the company of a children's radio program, God, and nature. It really wasn't a bad situation.
I was driving through a controlled burn area west of Sisters when I spotted a young deer by the side of the road. It was alive and sternal, but making no attempt to get away. A ranger and a passer-by were standing there looking at it as I drove past. I felt some level of responsibility, being a third year vet student, almost a senior, knowing basic stuff about hoofstock, vital signs, and setting catheters... So I drove on a ways, and then turned back. I pulled over and went to talk to the ranger, but as I approached her I saw that there wasn't much I could do for the deer -- it's left hind leg was broken about half way up, bone ends sticking out and all. It would have required some major rehab. The ranger was nice and said they were waiting for ODOT to come do the necessary final treatment.
Later I was meandering through Sisters, killing time before the wedding and buying a couple gifts. A lady popped out of a store and immediately began speaking to me. Normally such people turn out to be a little off their rocker, talking to a stranger out of the blue. "Wasn't it sad..." she said, and I thought she was going to talk about some random news piece, maybe even some personal information. But then it became apparent that she was talking about the deer. I guess she was the lady standing there with the ranger and I was the "senile" one, not having recognized her.
Story continued...
Monday morning was the sequel to the weekend, the reaping from the sowing of a very good but likewise crazy weekend.
I left Smuckers' on Saturday morning, travelling to Sisters by my lonesome. My efforts to procure a travelling companion were fruitless, and I was left to the company of a children's radio program, God, and nature. It really wasn't a bad situation.
I was driving through a controlled burn area west of Sisters when I spotted a young deer by the side of the road. It was alive and sternal, but making no attempt to get away. A ranger and a passer-by were standing there looking at it as I drove past. I felt some level of responsibility, being a third year vet student, almost a senior, knowing basic stuff about hoofstock, vital signs, and setting catheters... So I drove on a ways, and then turned back. I pulled over and went to talk to the ranger, but as I approached her I saw that there wasn't much I could do for the deer -- it's left hind leg was broken about half way up, bone ends sticking out and all. It would have required some major rehab. The ranger was nice and said they were waiting for ODOT to come do the necessary final treatment.
Later I was meandering through Sisters, killing time before the wedding and buying a couple gifts. A lady popped out of a store and immediately began speaking to me. Normally such people turn out to be a little off their rocker, talking to a stranger out of the blue. "Wasn't it sad..." she said, and I thought she was going to talk about some random news piece, maybe even some personal information. But then it became apparent that she was talking about the deer. I guess she was the lady standing there with the ranger and I was the "senile" one, not having recognized her.
Story continued...
posted by Claire at 20:00
2 Comments:
So the deer had something to do with a sternum? That's good.
Um, yeah. It had a sternum, I assume, and it was sternal. Apparently dictionary.com doesn't give the common veterinary meaning for the word...
The deer was lying down with its sternum toward the ground as opposed to its side toward the ground. A sternal animal is generally in better condition than a laterally recumbent animal because it is strong enough to remain upright, not comatose, etc.
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