Most recently, I got my first real vet nurse wound. I would take a picture but it’s sadly not that impressive. It just looks like a hangnail. Which is a shame because it REALLY hurt at the time and quite frankly, my finger still hurts. It was my own stupid fault. I was trying to get this cat to take a tablet and I should have gotten him out of his cage but I was rushing and so I thought I’d leave him in the cage.. Because I didn’t have as much room to manoeuvre, I couldn’t get my finger out of the cat’s mouth quick enough once I’d put the tablet in his mouth and he crunched down on my finger. Ugh, I can still hear the crunch noise it made! The cat wasn’t being mean, it just shut its mouth, and my finger happened to be in the way. I was quite proud that I didn’t cry. Even though I really wanted to!
Work is about to get super crazy. My beloved Jess is leaving in two weeks to go back to uni to become a vet and while we’re waiting for someone to fill in, I’ll be working 45 hours a week! Ouch. So I will probably be around even less. So basically I guess I won’t be around at all.
Here is a picture of ponies in cardigans to end on a happy note.