By the Skin of One’s… Tail?

Ever since kit became a legit veterinarian 3 years ago, there has been a lot of firsts for the kit. Including some firsts that they practically skimmed over in vet school due to their rarity and unlikely appearance. Of course there are the more mundane firsts as well that are still just as scary when you are out on your own. First c-section, first cystotomy, first abdominal exploratory surgery, first enucleation, so on and so forth. Each one of these firsts has made kit feel more confident as a vet…but there are still many times when kit still feels as if she knows nothing…it’s scary to admit that,  especially  as a vet who is responsible for the lives of her patients. 

Firsts are scary. It’s not completely unknown, kit’s studied those back in school and touched up on them through my continued education sessions. Firsts in vet med often means life or death. Talking about immense pressure…but mixed with fear, and there is some excitement as well. If that first procedure were to succeed, it will be another skill mastered in kit’s skill sets and another experience learned…

So why is kit talking about this all of a sudden? Well kit had a case today…first degloving injury to a poor cat that got its tail skin completely ripped off from a coyote attack. When kit first saw the bloody mess kit’s heart jerked and butt puckered. The pain that poor cat was going through…Needless to say, kit had to amputate the entire tail since the skin was kinda in that coyote’s belly…talk about morbid. 

Yup it was kit’s first adult cat tail amputation…only had minutes between other appointments to read upon the surgical guide book and do a mental mock surgery in kit’s head…onto the surgical table the cat went…fear, anxiety, and excitement, gets the heart pumping and mind ultra focused. 

Once in the operating room, everything felt calm. It’s like the eye of the storm. Steady rythym of its heart beat and of its respiration…the subtle sound of IV fluid pump…everything just felt right. 30 minutes later, the cat emerged with a nuben of a tail. Poor thing didn’t know what had happend. A sigh of relief and a sense of fulfillment on kit’s end at least. 

Being able to perform surgery is something kit loves but dreads. Everytime an animal is under general anesthesia, it’s hovering between life and death. No matter how routine a surgery can be…

Man it’s only Tuesday…

Bonsai

https://munchies.vice.com/en/articles/this-brazilian-brewer-is-making-beer-out-of-20000-bonsai-trees

Kit saw this news and got really intrigued in bonsai. Kit is not an expert in bonsai caretaking nor is kit a connoisseur. She only had minimal exposure to it when she was living in China. kit likes the aesthetics and tranquility that a bonsai brings. Then it dawned on the kit…that a relationship between a bonsai Master to his bonsai is similar to that of a relationship found in D/s. 

Ever since Master Bun and kit took the plunge to live mostly a D/s lifestyle, kit’s been doing a lot of soul searching. With all the crazy family issues that kit had, kit, although scarred for life, actually came out okay. kit needs love, stability, and sense of belonging in her life and kit feels that by living a 24/7 D/s lifestyle, it will be kits constant reminder that she belongs to Master Bun and is loved by Master Bun. 

At times kit can be very needy and insecure. A structured D/s relationship helps to eliminate those times. So how does all this relate to a bonsai Master and his bonsai? A caring Master will help his slave/ pet to mature and grow as an individual in pursuit of happiness and freedom. In turn, Master can cultivate his patience to reach the inner peace that he is seeking and admire the progress that his slave is making day by day. It’s a two way relationship that most vanillas are not likely to understand…

So when a bonsai Master starts his project, he has a variety of plants with variety of shapes and sizes to choose from. A true bonsai Master will scrutinize each saplings for its potential. Once a sapling is chosen, an image of a final product would take shape. The Master would then work tirelessly to tend to his bonsai’s needs: water, nutrients, space, and sunlight. All the while bending and twisting the bonsai so it will grow to something beautiful… The bonsai at times has its own will as well, a branch here or there may add unexpected appeal to it overall aesthetics. A true Master will recognize it and cultivate it instead of pruning such a branch, thus the relationship between this bonsai and its Master grows. Of course most of those times, the unruly twigs and leafs still needs to be trimmed…well that’s besides the point =D. 

So you see bonsai Master to his bonsai is like that of Master to his slave. It’s an ever growing and evolving process that delves much deeper than plain old boring vanilla  relationships. 

So ladies and gents that’s it for today. Master is taking kit to Japanese Museum today. Heehee may snap some pictures of bonsai on the way. Hate getting stock pictures from the Internet. 

Grief

Due to the nature of today’s topic I feel the need to speak in first person…2 am in the morning wide awake replaying a case from work over and over in my head. It is greatly bothering me on a personal level and I feel the need to jot it down. Maybe it will give my mind some peace and comfort, so I can go back to sleep…

The case in a nutshell: a sweet couple came in yesterday morning with their 1 1/2 year old labrador with sudden onset of vomiting, decreased appetite, and a left sided head tilt. Another doctor saw her before I inherited the case in the afternoon. It was thought that she may have had an acute gastrointestinal inflammation and a very bad left middle ear infection, but based on how dehydrated she was, she was placed on IV fluids and other supportive care. 

Her blood results did not came back until late in the evening after the owners had left with the patient, and it scared the bejesus out of me. Acute renal failure with kidney values off the charts. What the heck?! Antifreeze toxicity?! Unlikely, we live in California, that stuff is rarely needed…salicylate toxicity?! Possible…never know what a young lab can shove into their stomach, a bottle of aspirin won’t be a suprise…Leptospirosis?! Well we are all fucked then considering none of us who were exposed to the patient had taken any personal protective measures against Lepto…a deadly bacteria that causes acute renal and or liver failure in both animals and humans. Praying to God that it’s not Lepto, I instructed my staff to scrub themselves clean and bleach the kennel. Cancer?! Well…it would explain the enlarged lymph nodes and weird eye inflammation…

By now, after 3 years of working as a vet, I have came to the conclusion that I tend to inherit cluster fuck cases from other doctors and that I am a magnet for disaster cases and rare conditions. 

I called the owner after hours; it was the wife who picked up the phone. I told her that the bloodwork looked horrible…patient needs 24/7 care at local emergency veterinary clinic…Maybe it was the way I structured my sentence, or maybe it was how bleak the situation had turned for this poor dog, but the wife turned into an emotional mess. What’s worse is that she was driving…fuck…I contacted a local emergency vet letting her know that the dog maybe on its way to her place later that night…

Nope…morning came. The couple showed up with the lab looking more depressed than yesterday…they never went to emergency. Financial constraints…I understand… it’d be at least 3-5 grand to save this dog by now…wife cried. I can see the despair in her eyes and her hand gesturing to her heart. I know that pain really well…didn’t have the heart to tell her that her dog really, really needs 24 intensive care…a general practitioner like me is probably not going to be able to do much to save it…

Owners were hoping for a miracle…I am usually a very blunt person because when dealing with medicine, cost of diagnostics and treatments can get out of hand with a blink of an eye and I don’t want that to happen to my clients when they are not financially ready. For them…however it’s more about closure…a young dog full of life suddenly presented at Death’s door. I understand…I offered to do further diagnostics so they can have some answers on what was happening to their dog…

Fine needle aspirate of the dog’s enlarged lymph nodes revealed tendrils of fungal hyphae underneath the microscope. Fuck…fuck…fuck…chances for survival on top of acute renal failure is like, I don’t know, slim? 5% or less? Disseminated aspergillosis infection with kidney, lymph node, eye and possible brain and other organ involvement…=.=…what’s worse? Antifungal medications are ridiculously expensive. Damn the human pharmacy! Monopolizing some of the life saving medications! The dog needs to be on it…indefinitely…with no guarantee for cure, because systemic fungal infection is one of those disease that forever haunts the patient. They linger in the shadow and strike when the immune system is compromised…go figure…”systemic asper infection, rare to see. If you see it well prognosis is grave. On to next topic” as my professor would say…

Wife and son came in the afternoon to pick up their dog. As expected it did not show any improvement. Since our clinic does not regularly stock that particular antifungal med. I need owner to pick it up at local pharmacy. Wife broke down into hysteria. Bouts of crying turned into extreme guilt turned into hyperventilation turned into panic attack. I offered her my hand. Told her it’s not her fault. She was not there with me, already long gone to the land of despair and self-loathing. Sounds familiar…I knew I needed to pull her back to reality or she’d faint if her hyperventilation persist. If I can get her attention even for a second or two…So I told her of my pain when I lost my mother. Thank god she listened. Her eyes locked on mine, and I told her to let go. Exhale…inhale…repeat two more times. She listened. Instructed her to drink water and told her to give that antifungal med a try. A slim chance that she could hold on to…the pessimist in me wanted to tell her the prognosis is grave, euthanasia is inevitable …but I need to help her grief, help her ease into reality. One more day of IV fluids and supportive care tomorrow and start of antifungal…maybe there will be a miracle, life is mysterious in its own way.

I worry about her and her inability to cope. That extreme self loathing is scary for me and hit really close to home. I won’t be there for her tomorrow, because I am due to rotate to another clinic…fuck…at least I gave her my phone number so she can reach out if she want…hope she will be okay…

Childhood snack: sweet pork jerky

Been getting some crazy bizarre cases at work recently, so kit decided to counter balance it with something yummy…yes kit is still at work but she is on her long ass lunch break so kit is all good to go. Behold! The sweet pork jerky that you can make at home! Omg…kit is excited that someone actually made a tutorial …the final product look so amazing kit is gonna cry…

This jerky is not just any jerky that you get from the supermarket or Trader Joe’s even. It’s uniquely Chinese. It’s a treat that kit gets usually during Chinese new year time…it’s chewy but unlike the beef jerky it’s not stringy and can’t really get stuck between your teeth. It’s sweet, savory, not so porky. Now that kit knows the basic steps on how to make it…teeheeeheee shall alter the spices to see what she get. Feeling like a mad scientist playing around with spices…

Speaking of spices…you can premake some popcorn seasonings before going to a movie theater and turn your bland butter popcorn into something amazing. That’s right. kit tried it last weekend and it was wonderful…so here is kit’s crazy concoction of popcorn seasoning: 

Place a flat pan on low heat and add:

A pinch of sea salt or just salt (don’t go crazy on it since buttered popcorn is already somewhat salty)

1/2-1 tsp of tumeric (depends on your preference)

1/2 -1 tsp of paprika  (depends on your preference again)

5-6 sichuan peppercorn… (this will numb your tongue a little so if you just want the fragrance add a little less…)

At this point lightly toast all the spices on the pan until you can smell the fragrances. Prob 1-3 mins? Dust all the seasoning into a mortar and pestle. Grind the peppercorn to powder. Sift all the contents into a small container and get rid of the larger peppercorn pieces. 

Now to that container of spices add 1-2 tsp of granulated sugar (depends how much of a sweet tooth you are) and mix well. 

Once all spices are mixed, just lightly sprinkle the seasoning on your popcorn and enjoy =D 

Kk ladies and gents. Lunchbreak is short lived. Shall chat later.