#vetlyf

NO.

That is so unhealthy. No wonder we come out and hardly survive 2-3 years (let's be honest some employers don't really help with this).

We get this deluded thought that we have to live and breathe vet school to survive. But you don't! If you live and breathe vet school you will fail.

Not academically, but mentally, emotionally, and physically you will fail. You'll lose social groups, you'll lose fitness, you'll lose health.

Hi everyone,

After a couple of years away from this blog, I am back! A lot has happened between my last post and now, so I thought I would fill you all in.

My last post described my first ever consult as a qualified veterinarian during my first shift of my rotating internship, in the emergency department. After 4 months in emergency (which to be honest, completely destroyed me - mentally, physically and emotionally), I worked in the oncology and the internal medicine department. I learnt an enormous amount during my internship year. The theory behind my internship was to eventually complete a residency in small animal internal medicine (and my, my has my plans changed).

After my internship, I started working in general practice, in a mixed general practice as a matter of fact. I never thought I would touch another sheep, goat, pig or alpaca but here I am, loving it. In fact, I hand-reared 2 orphan lambs (attached photos), Rory and Tommy. I have completed a 55kg pet pig ex-lap, hundreds of cat speys as a part of my clinics charity program as well as working up interesting and bizarre cases.

Currently, I am in Cambodia doing 3 weeks of volunteer veterinary work. In the 4 days that I have been here I have repaired a diaphragmatic hernia in a 1 year old husky (more on this to follow), completed the most bizarre lump removal on a (failed) de-mining dog and worked up a complicated ascending paralysis case in a 4 month old Bloodhound.

When will the media stop creating news for clickbait and to set the public against the veterinary industry. When will they realise that the human beings in the story who made a mistake and already at breaking point.

Context: a veterinarian accidentally amputated the wrong limb on a dog in Australia, which was being removed due to it being fractured.

Clinic not open? Then it's an inappropriate time to contact them personally and you should be contacting your local emergency clinic.

Don't know where they work? Then you most certainly don't know them well enough to contact them personally.

I just had to console two close friends over a heartbreaking accident with their dog where it passed away. They tried to contact me on my personal phone while I was at work. I don't look at my phone at work. By the time I looked it was too late and I'm forever left with the horrible guilt of if I had seen it earlier maybe I could have done something.

Me: ok we will get your dog on the table and then have a look at him

Owner: *takes off lead*

Owner: *puts dog on table*

Owner: *sits down away from table*

Me: