Sketchyequine
Star
- Joined
- Jan 30, 2017
- Location
- United States
Hands scrubbed and surgery gown in place, it was time to begin. Savanna pulled the nitrile gloves onto her dainty hands and she approached the operating table where the canine laid spread eagle with the surgery bib laying over the majority of his body with only the jewels exposed. Castration was a simple surgery, and it was also one of the most common surgeries any vet had to perform- Savanna was no exception to that rule. This guy, a 14 month old labrador mix, would be losing his balls today, but it would make him a much more suitable pet for a family with small children. Dr. Tucker was a huge advocate for castration for all family pets, and she always had been on account of the fact she was the one who had to push forward the syringe on dogs who were no longer wanted because they were too much for an inexperienced family to handle while being pumped full of hormones. Savanna teasingly even believed that some men needed to be castrated.
Upon completion of the surgery, Savanna stitched her patient up before leaving him to the care of the techs while he came back around to the world of the living. The lab would be drunk for a while, but then he would be more than ready to head home before the clinic closed for the evening. The little boy and his mother would undoubtedly be excited to see him again come that afternoon. Savanna disposed of her bloodied gown and gloves before heading back out into the lobby. She was dressed simply with er brown hair up in a bun as she wore a simple button up blouse and jeans underneath her white lab coat that read ‘tucker’ over the front pocket. Honestly, she looked just like just about everyone else in the clinic. Nothing to unique to see here.
The woman took a seat behind the reception desk at her computer and began updating the labs file as well as checking up on the rest of her appointments for the day. It appeared as though most of the rest of her afternoon was chalked up to walk in hours. A different vet at the clinic took on ‘walk-ins’ every afternoon from 1-5pm until they closed. This time was dedicated to either emergencies, unexpected issues, or people who had neglected to make an appointment before bringing fluffy in for a regular appointment. While walk-ins could be quite irritating, it was a necessary evil. Savanna sighed and disappeared for a moment to shove a bit of food into her mouth before returning to the main room in order to call the first walk-in into her clinic.
“I can help whomever is first on the walk-in waiting list.” She called out, standing around the side of the desk with a clipboard and pen in hand. The expression on her face was stoich, hardly alluding to any excitement, but she also did not look angry. Once someone stood she turned without even looking at the man or his pet enough to even know what species he carried. “Follow me.” She said before she began strutting down the hallway to exam room 5, identified by the photo of a large parrot on the door. “So, What brings you in today, sir? Have you completed your paperwork?” She asked, voice surprisingly chipper.
Upon completion of the surgery, Savanna stitched her patient up before leaving him to the care of the techs while he came back around to the world of the living. The lab would be drunk for a while, but then he would be more than ready to head home before the clinic closed for the evening. The little boy and his mother would undoubtedly be excited to see him again come that afternoon. Savanna disposed of her bloodied gown and gloves before heading back out into the lobby. She was dressed simply with er brown hair up in a bun as she wore a simple button up blouse and jeans underneath her white lab coat that read ‘tucker’ over the front pocket. Honestly, she looked just like just about everyone else in the clinic. Nothing to unique to see here.
The woman took a seat behind the reception desk at her computer and began updating the labs file as well as checking up on the rest of her appointments for the day. It appeared as though most of the rest of her afternoon was chalked up to walk in hours. A different vet at the clinic took on ‘walk-ins’ every afternoon from 1-5pm until they closed. This time was dedicated to either emergencies, unexpected issues, or people who had neglected to make an appointment before bringing fluffy in for a regular appointment. While walk-ins could be quite irritating, it was a necessary evil. Savanna sighed and disappeared for a moment to shove a bit of food into her mouth before returning to the main room in order to call the first walk-in into her clinic.
“I can help whomever is first on the walk-in waiting list.” She called out, standing around the side of the desk with a clipboard and pen in hand. The expression on her face was stoich, hardly alluding to any excitement, but she also did not look angry. Once someone stood she turned without even looking at the man or his pet enough to even know what species he carried. “Follow me.” She said before she began strutting down the hallway to exam room 5, identified by the photo of a large parrot on the door. “So, What brings you in today, sir? Have you completed your paperwork?” She asked, voice surprisingly chipper.