Sick Dog in Room 3
It was 5:30 pm (closing time), give or take, last Monday. I was sitting in my office thinking about calling a client, or having just called a client, when Dr. Hendy stepped up to the door.
"Uh, there's one more client here with a sick dog. I'd like it if you would go see the case. They're in Room 3," says Dr. Hendy.
"Hm, who's on call tonight? aren't you?"
"Yes," Dr. Hendy conceded. "But I have a meeting I need to go to. What's new?"
"Humph." I thought, and said: "Okay, well, I'll look at it and see what it needs [implying that if it needed a lot hopefully it would devolve upon Dr. Hendy]."
(I was a little irked that it was Dr. H coming to get me instead of a tech -- as if I wasn't doing my job or something. And furthermore, I was imagining a very sick dog in need of IV fluids which I would spend two more hours dealing with when it wasn't my night on call, and thinking it would be very unfair of Dr. Hendy to leave this for me. So much for the restful night of crocheting and listening to Hardy Boys book #2 "The House on the Cliff." The interesting thing is that I don't normally complain like this, but this one night I did...)
So we walked toward Room 3, and there was no chart in the door.
"Are they ready for me?" asked I, hesitating, thinking the tech was probably still taking the animal's temperature.
"Just go in," said Dr. H.
So I did....
and there, behold, were the staff and techs with a pie and ice cream and I think they sang some Happy Birthday song. And I felt rather bad for my complaining, even though the complaints were legitimate.
Once again, the joke's on me.
"Uh, there's one more client here with a sick dog. I'd like it if you would go see the case. They're in Room 3," says Dr. Hendy.
"Hm, who's on call tonight? aren't you?"
"Yes," Dr. Hendy conceded. "But I have a meeting I need to go to. What's new?"
"Humph." I thought, and said: "Okay, well, I'll look at it and see what it needs [implying that if it needed a lot hopefully it would devolve upon Dr. Hendy]."
(I was a little irked that it was Dr. H coming to get me instead of a tech -- as if I wasn't doing my job or something. And furthermore, I was imagining a very sick dog in need of IV fluids which I would spend two more hours dealing with when it wasn't my night on call, and thinking it would be very unfair of Dr. Hendy to leave this for me. So much for the restful night of crocheting and listening to Hardy Boys book #2 "The House on the Cliff." The interesting thing is that I don't normally complain like this, but this one night I did...)
So we walked toward Room 3, and there was no chart in the door.
"Are they ready for me?" asked I, hesitating, thinking the tech was probably still taking the animal's temperature.
"Just go in," said Dr. H.
So I did....
and there, behold, were the staff and techs with a pie and ice cream and I think they sang some Happy Birthday song. And I felt rather bad for my complaining, even though the complaints were legitimate.
Once again, the joke's on me.
posted by Claire at 18:37
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Happyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy birthday!
(Sing to the tune of the Halleluia Chorus -- thanks.)
And to think my daughter-in-law would be born six days later....
Thanks, Mark! Have you heard the birthday song my dad and I recorded for Matt a few years back? Its partial similarity to your choice of song suggests that great minds do indeed think alike.
Happy belated birthday, Claire! Are you going to be at Hopewell this weekend? I'm trying to decide if it's worth endangering my grades to be there. (Just kidding. And I don't think I would really endanger my grades, since there is nothing looming on Monday, except a quiz.)
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