Conspiracy Theory
It feels like a conspiracy. I occasionally get cards from clients who appreciate my help with their pet. But rarely more than one in a week... and definitely not three or four!
Last week it was a card from a lady who was passing through and brought her panting, uncomfortable dog in to see us. I examined the patient and prescribed some medications. The patient was better by the next day. Was it the meds? Maybe, maybe not. But the lady was nice and appreciative and sent a card.
Later in the week, I learned that one of my special clients was transferring her records to another clinic. Great, so maybe I didn't communicate well, made her disgruntled, didn't produce good results in her pet and she felt the need to transfer her patient. I stressed about this somewhat seriously, analyzing the situation and trying to imagine other reasons for the transfer. The next day, voila, comes a card from the client... who thanked me for being her vet and explained she was transferring the pets because her daughter goes to the other clinic and it will be easier to have all the animals seen there since my old client is elderly and requires the help of her daughter. Of course, maybe there was more to the case than meets the eye... but no use borrowing stress.
This week a card from a guy whose dog I have seen since it was a wee pup. I guess I have enjoyed his dog and hit it off well in the exam room... but I haven't saved his dog's life or anything... all I did was neuter it last week, and here comes the card, detailing how the owner has confidence in me as his vet and looks forward to me being his vet for the "next 15 years." It's nice there are people out there who are willing to express appreciation for the small things in life.
Today one of my clients brought in ice cream bars for me and the clinic staff... because I talked her through a problem with her horse (suspected bee sting in a sensitive spot) one Sunday morning a few weeks back. To me it was a small thing. I didn't arise in the middle of the night, or even drive to her farm to see her horse. But she is one of those nice people willing to "say thank you" in a concrete way.
So, you see, it seems like there is some conspiracy... someone who knows I get discouraged and wonder if anyone likes anything I do... someone who knows "some people" think I'm not as good as the vet I replaced... someone who knows I need encouragement to keep my smile going.
I wondered if it was someone from the clinic.
But probably it is God.
Last week it was a card from a lady who was passing through and brought her panting, uncomfortable dog in to see us. I examined the patient and prescribed some medications. The patient was better by the next day. Was it the meds? Maybe, maybe not. But the lady was nice and appreciative and sent a card.
Later in the week, I learned that one of my special clients was transferring her records to another clinic. Great, so maybe I didn't communicate well, made her disgruntled, didn't produce good results in her pet and she felt the need to transfer her patient. I stressed about this somewhat seriously, analyzing the situation and trying to imagine other reasons for the transfer. The next day, voila, comes a card from the client... who thanked me for being her vet and explained she was transferring the pets because her daughter goes to the other clinic and it will be easier to have all the animals seen there since my old client is elderly and requires the help of her daughter. Of course, maybe there was more to the case than meets the eye... but no use borrowing stress.
This week a card from a guy whose dog I have seen since it was a wee pup. I guess I have enjoyed his dog and hit it off well in the exam room... but I haven't saved his dog's life or anything... all I did was neuter it last week, and here comes the card, detailing how the owner has confidence in me as his vet and looks forward to me being his vet for the "next 15 years." It's nice there are people out there who are willing to express appreciation for the small things in life.
Today one of my clients brought in ice cream bars for me and the clinic staff... because I talked her through a problem with her horse (suspected bee sting in a sensitive spot) one Sunday morning a few weeks back. To me it was a small thing. I didn't arise in the middle of the night, or even drive to her farm to see her horse. But she is one of those nice people willing to "say thank you" in a concrete way.
So, you see, it seems like there is some conspiracy... someone who knows I get discouraged and wonder if anyone likes anything I do... someone who knows "some people" think I'm not as good as the vet I replaced... someone who knows I need encouragement to keep my smile going.
I wondered if it was someone from the clinic.
But probably it is God.
posted by Claire at 19:31
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