All this talk about pets and animals got me thinking about what an asshole my vet is. I have a 3 yr old black lab who is having problems with one of her hind legs. She doesn't exhibit any pain when I poke and prod but she tries not to walk on it if at all.
She has been to the vet 4 time in the last two months and they can't come up with anything. They did an MRI so they know it's not hip displacia, arthirtus or any of the obvious things. She got really bad last week so I took her in again. He prods for a little bit and says that it's probably cancer. They can remove the leg but she's last maybe 4 months. He continues by saying that probably the best bet would be to just put her to sleep. I am totally fucking freaking now. Not my Megan!! Not the one woman in my life.
He sees I'm getting upset so he says that he needs to run some more tests to be sure. I am a basket case by the time I get home. Sleep was minimal that night.
Well he calls me the next day to say that it's not cancer and that he has no idea what it is...again. "That'll be $250 please." I'm so relieved that I don't say anything but over the next couple of days I start getting really fukking pissed off.
WTF??? Why in the fuck is he telling me this shit? If this were my three year old child and some quack was saying this he'd get sued for malpractice, mental anguish, and anything else my lawyer could think of. As of this writing I am completely fucking livid.
I really want to hurt this guy like he hurt me. Stupid motherfucker!! And to top it all off I have spent over $1000 with this ass and he still has no clue. "Here, give her these Prevacid...they seems to work for a while."
Unreal.
She has been to the vet 4 time in the last two months and they can't come up with anything. They did an MRI so they know it's not hip displacia, arthirtus or any of the obvious things. She got really bad last week so I took her in again. He prods for a little bit and says that it's probably cancer. They can remove the leg but she's last maybe 4 months. He continues by saying that probably the best bet would be to just put her to sleep. I am totally fucking freaking now. Not my Megan!! Not the one woman in my life.
He sees I'm getting upset so he says that he needs to run some more tests to be sure. I am a basket case by the time I get home. Sleep was minimal that night.
Well he calls me the next day to say that it's not cancer and that he has no idea what it is...again. "That'll be $250 please." I'm so relieved that I don't say anything but over the next couple of days I start getting really fukking pissed off.
WTF??? Why in the fuck is he telling me this shit? If this were my three year old child and some quack was saying this he'd get sued for malpractice, mental anguish, and anything else my lawyer could think of. As of this writing I am completely fucking livid.
I really want to hurt this guy like he hurt me. Stupid motherfucker!! And to top it all off I have spent over $1000 with this ass and he still has no clue. "Here, give her these Prevacid...they seems to work for a while."
Unreal.
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go_lately:
email me dagnabbit!
namaiki:
Dude, this may sound dumb, but a pet of mine had the same thing a few years back - went through the same trauma - turned out to be a damn spikey seed like thing stuck inbetween his toes/pads. It was minute and a miracle we even found it.