Well I had my first two work days as a vet tech. What a busy weekend it was. We had two foxtail cases, one dog that ate three sheets of ant bait, 6 baits per sheet. A c-section of an english bulldog, she had 7 puppies. A recent spay that tore her internal sutures. A border collie with Nystagmus (meaning her eyes dart back and forth uncontrollably and she's dizzy, staggers a little when she walks). A 2 month old kitty that wasn't walking (there were no broken bones, so maybe just soft tissue damage), she found a new home too, the guy who brought her in, just found her and wanted to have her checked out, but he didn't want to keep her.

Now I'm crazy tired, my feet ache, I'm making almost no money (getting a $7.50/hr pay cut) and I've got no time to study for my finals. But I'm working with animals, which I wanted more than anything, I traded my 1 hr 20 minute commute for a 6 minute one, and I'll get to see my honey a little more often as well. I'm dreading the day that someone comes in with a little chihuahua and wants to surrender it and I can't help but take it...