First Class (Part 2)

Tonight's class was an introduction of our teachers (3 certified vet techs and 1 veterinarian) and an overview of the course.

There are 20 of us. Mostly women. Maybe 2 who are older than I am. The rest are 20-somethings. One girl has her own farm and volunteered to bring in her mellow bunny for the bunny restraint class. I didn't volunteer any of my bunnies...not sure about that.

We are going to be starting with Terminology and Medical Records at Saturday's class. I need to bring a calculator. The last calculator I had was a Texas Instruments one back in oh, 1979. I also have to buy scrubs. Walmart it is.

The doctor was telling us how important the front desk is in the efficient running of a veterinary office. They had a recent case of an emergency call from a man whose cat had stopped breathing. He was rushing the cat in from a neighboring town. Everyone necessary at the hospital was notified, and when the man arrived they were prepared to immediately intubate. The doctor said the cat was blue. (I wonder how you can see blue with all the fur? Maybe they are looking at the gums?) Anyway, when she went to intubate she found an obstruction in the cat's throat and pulled out a 12 inch long hairball. The cat started to breathe and within minutes was up and grooming itself.

So, we have to be able to maintain our composure. Hmm. Maybe it's good we're starting with office work first.

First Class (Part 1)

Biting-nails-kind-of-nerves driving into the campus. It's been over 20 years since I've been there. It's been modernized, updated, lots of glass, new buildings. I am so out of my element. I don't recognize anything anymore. I've come early because I know I won't know where I'm going so I'm going SLOW.

The library is in the same building as the Vet Assistant class. What an awesome looking library. People hanging out in comfy chairs reading, on laptops. I can see students through the glass in the other buildings walking to and fro. I'm one of them now? WOW!

I find my building and then my classroom (great deductive abilities here). I am 20 minutes early. BUT not the only one. Already 3 people. I notice the chairs in the classroom are nicer than the last best office chair I sat in. There's a message here somewhere.

And so I take out my notebook and textbook and trusty pen (with refill in my purse just in case) and my bottle of water. And wait......

A New Challenge

Is it just me or do many 50 year old women start feeling the tick-tock of the life clock and decide they need to get busy living?

I've always been interested in animal medicine so next Tuesday it's "Back To School" and learning what goes on behind the scenes at a veterinary office.

Stay tuned!