November 26, 2008
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I can't sleep. I've been up since 5am tossing and turning, but finally decided to get up.
The past few days were spent at Charlie's and I don't know what it is, but my heart's just not in it. It just feels like work. I don't know...I keep waiting for the day my head will finally be on straight, but it feels like I catch a glimpse and then it's gone again; so melodramatic, I know.
The clinic work itself is alright. The fact that I know so little is really humbling; you'd think I'd have learned stuff by now, but it's never enough. There have been a few interesting cases...mostly those grey inconclusive head-scratchers. There was a horse with a head tilt, a pomeranian with 2 broken forelegs - and finally a broken plate, and a number of other ones which I can't recall. A lot of time this week was spent at the greyhound track...which is normally far from "real" work. One thing does stick out in my mind...a greyhound euth that I did. It was the waggliest dog...really excitable and happy...it wagged its tail and wiggled to the very end when it fell of the end of the needle. Wagging one second, black bagged the next. It was such a contrast...and I was the one responsible for that transition.
Just two more days in the clinic and then the weekend. Two days...
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