Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Pee Queen
Yep. That's right. I have been dubbed 'Pee Queen.' All because of two little incidents.
The first one happened about 2 weeks ago. I picked this cat up out of the scale, and she let it pour. On the floor. On the counter. On her file. And on my shirt. Lucky for me, we have spare scrubs and a washing machine and dryer. I cleaned up the mess in the room, changed my top, and got to work making a new file for the pee-line. (Get it?) The vet started asking me if he could have the file (in a semi-irritated tone that I didn't care for). I waved the pee-soaked file at him and told him to go to town with it if he wanted to. He judiciously decided to wait for the new file.
The second incident happened this weekend. It was a stupid dog that I was picking up to put on the exam table. He all of a sudden let go of this massive amount of pee. Incidentally, we were seeing him because of a urine/bladder problem, and his owner was able to get very little out of him that morning. Apparently he was saving it for me. Once again my scrub top and long sleeved t-shirt fell victim to the pee. This time the pee was in one strategic area. Let's just say this: It soaked through on one side to my Victoria's Secret.
And now my co-workers have dubbed me the Pee Queen. Awesome. Just what I always wanted.
2 Comments:
That's what you get for being a Quitter. No one peed on you at your last job. (And if they did, I don't think I want to know about it.)
Pee Queen or Poop Queen.... you pick! Yes, my coronation as poop queen occurred my first semester in nursing school when I found and defeated the much feared anal volcano. So, wear the title with pride because if you really think about it you might start crying......
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