When I worked at the Emergency Veterinary Hospital, that was the last worst case scenario. On holidays, every “regular” office closed, and typically for several days. So. Our ICU, would be exponentially fuller, with transferred patients. And we’d have crazy wait times, and would sometimes get overwhelming cases. We couldn’t give our patients, the care they required. We had to prioritize critical patients, and some others, would just have to wait.
One Christmas day, we a 7 hour waiting time. Every one of our 50 cages, was occupied by an animal. So. We had dogs on the floors, and down the hallways. We had surgery after surgery scheduled. We had to do CPR, on one animal, while others were dying. We had only two doctors/surgeons. We had to pull doctors out of surgery, to help with all the CPRs. Often, I was doing chest compressions, while talking on the phone, to someone about their own animal, and whether or not it needed to be seen. We lost about 15 patients, in 24 hours. Most of us worked at least 17 hours straight. The physical and emotional toll, was insane…
I had stop on the way home, and just cry. The girls didn’t hold back at work, but I did. I had that job for about 9 years. I had to maintain composure, and you can’t help anything, when you aren’t in control. So. I bottled up my sadness, and frustration. Until I left. But there were times when I had to just hold one of the girls, while they cried. I was the only male emergency technician, most of my time there. We had male medical students, occasionally, but usually, just me. If a car pulled up with a dying dog, that weighed over 60 lbs, I had to run out and carry it in. If the big dogs, didn’t want medical treatment (understandably,) I restrained them. I had to deal with the most dangerous animals. I was mauled multiple times. I have a tattoo sleeve, on my left arm, to cover the scars, from a dog that was hit by a car (HBC.) It let me carry it to radiology, but when I picked him up, after x-rays, it latched onto my arm, and bit me all over my forearm. I didn’t want to hurt it more than it already was, so I absorbed the attack, without defense. The damage to my arm, was incredible. When dogs bite, they pull too.
Disease Control wanted to euthanize the dog, because it wasn’t vaccinated. I refused their request. It didn’t have rabies. It was just badly hurt. We kept it, in quarantine, and I rolled the dice.
I really fucked myself up, by working that job. My social life, was non-existent. But… I helped a lot of animals. I worked, pretty much every weekend, and holiday. I from when I was 23, until I was 32…
Then, when I got back into being a LEO, I worked every single Friday, Saturday, and sometimes Sunday, and every holiday. Did that until only a year, or so, ago.
I have no family, of my own. I put that on my professions. My choice. I guess. I helped countless animals, and people. I am proud of that. But I wish I had a wife, and kids…
And my body sustained lots of damage…
That’s life, I guess…
Sorry for the rant…