Figured out I don't need to wait another 2 - 3 weeks to do another update since it's the start of Raya hols! Yey!



Time for another photo post!

This is Coco, one of my critical cases that tortured me during my surgical rotation.

But the torture is for good reason. And gives out good results in the end. She was having this non-healing wound at the flank (side) region after being spayed from the side. It's one of those rare surgical cases that can go wrong. This pic was taken about 3 weeks before today, all painful and not in the mood.

Her wound was horrible, giving out this curdled cheesy pus that almost looked like corn soup. I rather not put up the pic here, or else your screen will be splattered with puke. She was so down that she wouldn't let anyone dragging her out of the cage.

She reacted so badly to the wound, got septic that an emergency surgery had to be done on a SUNDAY! Her situation was touch and go throughout the recovery period, that people started being very pessimistic about her surviving this.

But she was a tough gal.

Managed to tolerate even how many times we have to clean and bandage the wound, how many injections we had to give since some drugs cannot be given on an empty stomach with the fact that she's not eating and losing weight very fast that we had to force feed her (wow, that's a mouthful), giving fluids and doing blood transfusion when she became horribly anemic, doing warm compresses to reduce the swelling, not doing her usual grooming stuff that we had to groom for her, difficulty in breathing that fluids have to be sucked out from her chest since that is the culprit distrupting her from breathing normally.

And in the end...

This is her, 3 weeks later, though thinner, but still very much alive.

And happily meowing when people called out her name, accidentally sneeze or say "hachiu-ooo!".

Though she hates one of my classmate who was assigned this case after me. And bit + punctured her finger. Yikes...

And her wound looks beautifully neat and clean compared to the time when I was given this case, make you wanna go... wow... It's all worth it in the end.

And she went back home this morning.

Haii.....Sedihnya... No one to say hachiu-oo to and get a reply...

And yes.

I dyed my hair red. SO WHAT?!?

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There's this trend in the small animal wards about animals in the critical unit surviving what they had.

Those in the beginning you think have a good progress and can go home, in the end ended up dead or being euthanized when they took a turn for the worse.

Those in the beginning look unpromising and expecting to die within a night or two, actually survived and could go back home in the end.

Farni hor?

How sucky life can be...

• Lost 3 kgs within the 2 weeks during Small Animal Rotation Hell (eek! I need the fat for energy! Cannot lose more!);
• Collapsing and sleeping in the living room every night during that 2 weeks of hell, and with only 4 hours of sleep per day;
• Lost or more to say, being robbed of my digicam. Yes, someone stole my digicam while in the wards. To hell with the thief, to hell... My darling Nikon 3200 is no more... Sniff...Sniff..Cries buckets...
• Bloody handphone having to rosak of all times, at the time of need. Have to resort to borrowing people's hp and changing sim cards always for 5 days. And being deprived of important SMS'es during that 5 days.
• Having 2 tests during medicine rotation. Though, I was lucky that there was no cases for me during that time anyways;
• Having 2 critical cases at once during surgery rotation, and being hounded and lectured and shouted at by clinicians for neglecting one of the case. At least I still have another 5 cm-thick skin to handle the sharp edges of scolding and sniggering;
• Having my conference presentation during my surgery rotation. Shit. That is torture.
• Having Cats and Dogs disease test a day before my conference. Words cannot describe the trauma after that.
• Being shoot again during the Q & A session after my conference, by a foreigner clinician again. Shit. Not being able to answer some of the questions shoot by juniors. Double shit. Embarassing my conference supervisor. Super duper triple shit with cream on top.
• Having to rush to finish proposals for final year projects. And running up and down 2 floors of faculty to confirm this and that, and to find materials. Suspect lose another 2 kgs there.
• Forgotten about assignments and reports due a few days late. Having to rush last minute, losing more sleep and sleeping again in the living room after that 2 weeks of hell.
• Gonna go broke very soon. Have to scrap some money by helping people to reformat comps and designing stuff for their conference powerpoints.
• Freaky puppy at home biting everything and shitting everywhere. Fuck.
• My Mimi gave birth to 4 cute kitties! Well, it's a good thing anyway. At least no need to worry about her having dystochia... like one of my critical case.

That's how devastating final year can be.. for the first semester la. Hence the 3-4 weeks of MIA from the blogging industry... and most probably another 2-3 weeks after this. Sigh...