So I guess I am gonna be a Vet one day...
Now I am on "C" block which is a fancy designation for our rotation throughout our Fourth and final year. It begins with A and goes till we see that Z:)
C block finds me going mucho Camelid experience. This is only the second day of the rotation and it has thus far been super informative.
Funny story for the day...because most are not into too much detail and I feel I talk way to much about my soon to be job anyhow, but trust me I am more than my profession, way more. Unfortunately, it is the one thing I find myself consumed with at this stage in my life an therefore most of what I am capable carrying on typically a one way conversation with. Funny story begins:
The supervising clinician we'll call Dr. Camelid (oh I am clever) went to examine 3 female alpaca Accoyo if anyone was details...I have many. One Maiden (virgin female) her sister of 10 months and the dun dun dun... Mama Alpaca. We started with the Mama and she fussed so much Dr. Camelid approached her retrained her neck and the Mamma began to pelt out the horrifying symphony of screams in various pitches and began to jump straight in the air and struggle. After a brief and do mean brief oral/ocular exam and I managed to get a heart rate...look over most of the skin check the vulva and get feces from the rectum the Mamma got mad and spit just getting my elbow (I felt blessed to get spit on for the first time and relieve it got my elbow) Dr. Camelid is yelling over the screams and says I AM LETTING HER GO! she released the neck and quickly turned her back and yelled DON"T LOOK AT HER, DON'T LOOK AT HER. I turn quick and say I'm not I'm not the Mama proceed to come behind Dr. Camelid and release the largest ball of cud and saliva onto her neck, hair, and back. I saw this and repressed laughter, but I got my turn as she rounds on me and hocked up my Stomach contents that now soaked literally soaked my left shoulder back and left arm. Dr. Camelid looks at me and say we need out. As the mama was reload we slipped the pen and just began to laugh and laugh at our current state of wetness and stench and the hilarity of the whole situation. We could not have done anything different. We separate the Alpaca offspring from the Mamma and continued with our exams, all the while very aware of her face poking over the pen with cud dripping from her lips.
