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I was short with the veterinarian today. And at one and the same time, I feel guilty about that, and I feel a certain sense of "but, but, but!" about it. Because honest to pity, she swept into the room, having never met us before, and started to talk AT us. She introduced herself fairly early on, but not before starting in, she had to interrupt herself to introduce. And she told us all the stuff we already knew, not bothering to first ask what we knew, about Basta's condition. The whole time I am waiting to hear how Basta did today, what her treatment has been today, what they've learned today, and I'm getting recaps of the weekend emergency vet stuff. Which the emergency vet communicated to us very nicely, thanks, but she didn't take a breath often enough for me to edge in and say that.
And she repeated herself. She would tell us the same thing twice, occasionally three times for emphasis. And she said, well you know, if we can't control this for her, then we might have to make some sad decisions. Goodness, instead of being ham-handed about us, if she'd asked us what we knew and what our concerns are, she'd've known we already knew that and the main thing we were waiting for was LAB RESULTS TO TELL US WHETHER THAT WAS THE CASE OR NOT.
We did finally get to that. They were inconclusive. Not cancer that shed cancerous cells into the fluid, anyway, but that's not proof there's no tumor elsewhere, though the x-rays suggest not. So probably heart disease, treat and see how it responds. That's what I really needed to know.
I asked how she did today and was told she was doing pretty well, resting, purring. When we paid our bill, I also found out she'd been given subcutaneous fluid, but talky-at lady never mentioned that.
I'm not sure I should have been short with her, because I'm still too close to the reaction to know if it was really fair. Even if my aggravation was, my tone probably wasn't, I imagine. But frankly I felt both a little condescended to and a little stonewalled as far as getting the new info I actually needed - I eventually got it, but it took forever. Meanwhile, I had questions that came to mind twice which I couldn't ask because she never stopped long enough for me to ask. (Once came close, but just as I started to speak, she launched into her next bit and I fell silent again.) I did eventually get to ask them by interrupting a little, and then I forgot one and had to haul it back to mind. As soon as I said I needed to try to remember it, she excused herself from the room (to prep Basta's medicine to go with us, which wasn't, apparently, prepped before we arrived despite that time being known) and vanished, leaving me to play a 'remember it until she returns' game once I did recall.
So frustrating. And assuming she does okay the next two days, we take Basta back to this same lady on Wednesday. Not thrilled. I want the doctor I first saw at the clinic back. But I don't want to put another vet on it now, either, so talky chick it is. I will try to be more polite. But I am wondering why the heck the fluids weren't mentioned.
Now, since we need to watch Basta, I go back to work and get my laptop so I can work from home tomorrow. I almost brought it home with me; guess I should have.
And she repeated herself. She would tell us the same thing twice, occasionally three times for emphasis. And she said, well you know, if we can't control this for her, then we might have to make some sad decisions. Goodness, instead of being ham-handed about us, if she'd asked us what we knew and what our concerns are, she'd've known we already knew that and the main thing we were waiting for was LAB RESULTS TO TELL US WHETHER THAT WAS THE CASE OR NOT.
We did finally get to that. They were inconclusive. Not cancer that shed cancerous cells into the fluid, anyway, but that's not proof there's no tumor elsewhere, though the x-rays suggest not. So probably heart disease, treat and see how it responds. That's what I really needed to know.
I asked how she did today and was told she was doing pretty well, resting, purring. When we paid our bill, I also found out she'd been given subcutaneous fluid, but talky-at lady never mentioned that.
I'm not sure I should have been short with her, because I'm still too close to the reaction to know if it was really fair. Even if my aggravation was, my tone probably wasn't, I imagine. But frankly I felt both a little condescended to and a little stonewalled as far as getting the new info I actually needed - I eventually got it, but it took forever. Meanwhile, I had questions that came to mind twice which I couldn't ask because she never stopped long enough for me to ask. (Once came close, but just as I started to speak, she launched into her next bit and I fell silent again.) I did eventually get to ask them by interrupting a little, and then I forgot one and had to haul it back to mind. As soon as I said I needed to try to remember it, she excused herself from the room (to prep Basta's medicine to go with us, which wasn't, apparently, prepped before we arrived despite that time being known) and vanished, leaving me to play a 'remember it until she returns' game once I did recall.
So frustrating. And assuming she does okay the next two days, we take Basta back to this same lady on Wednesday. Not thrilled. I want the doctor I first saw at the clinic back. But I don't want to put another vet on it now, either, so talky chick it is. I will try to be more polite. But I am wondering why the heck the fluids weren't mentioned.
Now, since we need to watch Basta, I go back to work and get my laptop so I can work from home tomorrow. I almost brought it home with me; guess I should have.
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