My biggest concern of last week: “clucking” to my human patients after a week of tending to the animal ones

Whew.  What a week last week.  I wore plenty of different hats, just not one of ‘blogger extraordinaire’ I’m afraid.  I dug myself out of mothballs to go be a veterinarian.  Now that was an interesting experience.  Then I was mommy for about 24 hours and then off  to human medicine land as a physical therapist.

It’s a very confusing time for me.  Sometimes I don’t know if I’m coming or going!  And at times I have caught myself giving out medical advice to one species thinking they were of a different species.  As in, “I think we should think about some deworming medicine,” instead of “perhaps using a walker would help you get around a bit better.”  (I’ll let you decide which advice goes with which species.)

Then there was that time in veterinary school when I was working in the Large Animal Clinic ICU for the night shifts and at the human hospital on weekend days as a physical therapist.   I think I was subconciously worried it might happen, but thought I was keeping my brain sufficiently compartmentalized that it wasn’t probably going to happen.  As in “possible, but not probable.”  Now, I haven’t told many people this story, so please protect my reputation.  You know, the one of not really being a blonde, and in no way, shape, or form being considered a Phoebe (which I’ve always truly aspired to be Monica if you must know).  Anyway, it was a particularly long Friday night in the ICU with several equine patients that needed tending.  Not much sleep.  Then, bright and early, off to the Rehab Dept of the hospital in town.  I can’t remember exactly how far along in the day I had made it.  I just remember standing in the therapy gym with a tiny, older woman, trying to get her to walk across the floor with her walker.  I leaned over, after offering words of encouragement (which were met with a stony silence), and without realizing what I was doing, clucked to her as I’d done with the horses the night before.  You know what I mean, don’t you?  That thing you do when you want a horse to follow along…you go “tuu, tuu, tuu.”  (I have no earthly idea how to spell it phonetically, so if “tuu” isn’t doing it for you, then put in your own letters and just cluck away.  Whatever you come up with has got to be sort of close to what I did.)  !$!%#$!  I “clucked” to this little old lady to try to encourage her to walk across the gym.  When I realized what I’d done I hastily changed to something along the lines of “come on, I know you can do it.”  Or some sort of jibberish like that…anything to fill in the silence and attempt to erase the sounds that had emanated from my mouth just seconds before.  That sweet, little, old lady didn’t utter a word.  Not a peep.  She just kept plodding along.  I think, to this day, she must have been just a touch hard of hearing.  Much to my good fortune, eh?

OK, so long story short here, I would like to say that my worries of clucking to a human at the hospital or suggesting a deworming regimen did not happen and I survived with my brain intact. 

Transitioning back to mommy brain was a bit more difficult.  I think I do even more multi-tasking in this role than any other.  And the mommy hat trumps the veterinarian hat in difficulty level any day of the week. 

And this is what I was given when I finally returned home:

(Because the hat I’m wearing right now is not the uber-techno-geek one, I simply can not figure out how to add text after the inserted gallery of photos…leaving me to have to add an update/addendum/edit of the original post…sheesh.  So…what I would have liked to have written at the end of the pictures was that the colors were vibrant today so I took many, many shots, hoping to capture the exact nature of the vibrancy.  I don’t think I succeeded.  But at least you have some idea of what I looked at all day long.  It was breathtaking.  And we had a clear sky today!!!  Yes, there were many clouds, but the blue sky peeking out was truly blue.  It’s been so horribly hazy lately (mega doses of forest fires) that I think it was dulling the colors.  So the lighting today was more than likely a photog’s dream…just not done justice by this one!  I tried to capture the sunlight as it backlit the tops of the aspens as it was breaking through the dark clouds.   Regardless, I think you can appreciate some of the beauty of the colors in our “backyard.”)

About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). #FindingMyVoice #ScienceMatters
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1 Response to My biggest concern of last week: “clucking” to my human patients after a week of tending to the animal ones

  1. Katie Rosa says:

    I’ve always wondered if you get your animal patients and human patients mixed up much!!

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