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Friday, September 03, 2010
Yay, my annual doctor visit!
This week I've been a busy girl. Mom decided she was going to hit the pavement this week. Not job searching, although it's always a good idea to be on the search for new opportunities and freelance work, but I mean literally as in putting on the running shoes. When she puts those on I go nuts. Knowing this, she's been outsmarting me. Before she puts on the shoes, she puts on my collar which does get me excited, but not so much when she puts it on and sits down like she's going to watch another episode of HOUSE or something. She doesn't let me see her put on the running shorts because she knows I know the difference between her regular shorts and the ones she wears when she runs. Her back isn't hurting anymore, which took awhile to get through. So, she's ready to get 'back' to working out, and I'm her right hand (wo)man—actually left hand since I heel on her left. I'm happy to see her on the pavement, and even though she gets a little discouraged when her run equals my walk at this point, it's still good to be back with her pounding it out on the road.

Also today there was another fun activity for me. No, it wasn't my birthday. It was vet day. I'm not crazy, I like going to the vet. Betty shivers when she goes. She has that face that sends shivers down all of our spines. Probably because she was there when she was really sick a few years ago and that was very traumatic for her, and scary for the rest of us too. I don't mind it so much. Sure there's a needle here and there, but the treats make me forget. Today the doctor tried to get blood out of my right front leg, but that leg wasn't cooperating, my left one was, so I'm a lefty. He told his assistant he wanted her to make sure my tail didn't stop wagging. He's so nice. He talked to mom for a while. Another assistant came in later to say that a patient had been waiting in another exam room. Then again, mom always has a lot of questions. You should see her with human doctors, she gets so frustrated though. They talked about mom's dad for a bit, his A-fib, the stroke, and the complications leading up to his death. My doctor said his mom also suffers from A-fib and how that makes a stroke a more likely event. He also said something that made mom wonder: Why are human doctors and pet doctors different? The bedside manner is a little different. For example, have you ever heard someone say, I wish the vet was my [human] doctor? Even though he brought up the question, he also said that's not a fair question. Mom tried to figure it out with him. We were quiet all the way home thinking about it. Why is that? It's a good discussion.

Whatever. When we got home, we took a one-hour run in the rain. Hurricane Earl isn't quite the monster we thought it might be.

Time for another nap,

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

I've wondered the very same thing about DVM vs. MD's. Just posted this on my facebook page a few weeks ago: My cat's doctor is better than my own

After going to my own doctor today and talking to Alice's (my cat) vet tonight, I am totally bereft. They both have doctorates. Mine has an MD (medical doctorate); Alice's has a DVM (doctorate of veterinary medicine), DACVIM, and a PhD in inorganic chemistry (he actually holds two doctorates and we sometimes refer to him as “doctor squared”). Both did eight years total at prestigous schools, four undergrad premed, four more in medical school. All of this was followed by a one-year internship and three years of residency in state-of-the-art teaching hospitals. Yet, Alice’s doctor is so much more kind and compassionate and caring than my own. He also doesn't have an inflated ego. I wonder if it's because his patients don't talk back to him. I wonder if it's because one has to deal with insurance companies and the other doesn't. I wonder if it's because one is younger and less jaded. I wonder if it's because animals are so much easier to love and care for than most people. I swear to God, if the vet would take over my own medical care, I'd let him.

9:35 PM  
Blogger K-9 Katastrophe said...

Oh what a busy day, Cali! I like to go on walks but I don't like to run because I am too fat!


10:14 PM  
Blogger said...

thank you anonymous for your comment...that's what i asked the vet today...does dealing with animals raise the level of compassion? we also talked about how people choose their's the MD or the DVM doesn't define you as a person. do you really know at such an early stage in your career how you're going to relate to people? somewhere the choice is defined. there is a level of communication that differs between the two.

10:26 PM  

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