- 16:54 Joe "Robert Pattinson only sucks the blood out of penis' " #
- Mood:
bored
- 19:09 I just got the random urge to listen to The Proclaimers - I'm gonna be (500 miles).... Makes me wanna watch Benny and Joon... #
- 18:56 yea.......that last post was when I was in the car screaming out lyrics to Stabbing Westward.....god I am lame #
- 18:57 Last night......at a birthday party....we all got pretty smashed..........I made everyone (even the guys) dance to Ace of Base!! :D #
- 18:13 I hate winter soo much. Soo depressing :( #
- 18:14 @wendystarr what will I have? :) #
- 13:09 I found massive treasure in the garbage last night, I even scored a free mojito from an awesome bartender in exchange 4 one of my treasures! #
- 10:20 Is the hot water always on the left? My shower is missing those little H and C symbols. #
- 10:21 The way I remember it is..... "leftwing"......."hotwing" #
- 11:55 @wendystarr was it a skin flute?... Giggady giggady #
- 11:57 Off to the post office, I wish I had an air pump for my bike :( #
- 08:21 Dear assholes on the F train, move the fuck out of the way, you are not zombies! #
- 20:55 I wanna go on a journey to the stars with Whoopi Goldberg #
Last night I was at work for 16 hours......all our patients in ICU crapped the bed last minute, but the worst was when the hospital cat Jake, who everyone loves and adores, collapsed and had a blood pressure of 60. Me and T glanced in his belly and found free fluid and a perforated mass in his abdomen. He was turning septic, and needed emergency surgery. My boss Brett came in asap and when they opened him up there was cancer everywhere and they had to euthanize him. Jake was my buddy. such an awesome cat man :(
This morning, I tried to wake the rat ladies up with some spritzes of cool water (they like it in the summer) and Violet wouldn't move. She's dead, just like that. My baby must have had cancer somewhere because she ate well but kept getting skinnier everyday. I think she might have had something in her lungs because I saw her coughing the other day.
I feel terrible right now.
- Mood: depressed
Joe is making dinner and I can't help but to think of how awesome it would be if we could all sit at the table and eat together.....especially now that I know how to cook!
I don't know how to stop the overwhelming loss I feel everday because I can't talk to or be near my Mother. I live so close to where she lived and it kills me that I can never go see her. My future kids will never know what an amazing Grandmother they have.
....but for some reason she left me to stand on my own and I'll make her proud even if she can't coach me anymore.
- Mood: sad
Most of the time conversations with me involve my job...I feel like it bores most people to hear about it....but I wanted to write about these 2 most recent miracle patients.
"Alice" - a 6 month old Doberman puppy. The day I met her: I had decorated our dry erase board in Internal Medicine that day to the theme of 'Alice in Wonderland'. As soon as I finished it, I left my room, and I was handed this puppy by the receptionist and told she was a HBC (hit by car). We are all used to extreme emergency situations and I called for a vet stat and we began to work on her. She had severe hemorrhaging pulmonary contusions, and in the course of 3 hours she died twice and each time she was brought back. The vet that spent the most time with her was my boss Brett, he is an amazing vet, he tried his best, and saved this poor little puppy. Alice was brought in by a man wearing no shoes, we found out later that he had just adopted this dog for his 2 little girls who had recently lost their mother. Somehow the puppy got outside and he found her in the street bleeding. He didn't even grab his shoes, just quickly swooped her up and ran with her all the way to the vet. She went home after a week stay with us and is doing great.
"DSH Stray" (Domestic Short Hair Stray) - this is a intact male street cat that a couple had found left for dead after being hit by a car possibly a week before they found him. He came in with a fractured jaw, road rash (more like burns) across his face and neck, and multiple wounds all over his body packed with hundreds and hundreds of MAGGOTS! Any other couple would have brought him in and had him humanely euthanized, but these people REALLY wanted to save his life. He was a complete mess, and scary! He was so painful and I thought these people were crazy, why play hero when this animal is clearly suffering. They were quoted approx $6,000 for care in ICU for this stray cat...and they didn't care. I last saw him on Saturday, and when I came in today I saw that he is still a mess but he is cleaned up, stiched up, the maggots are gone and he is lifting his head and looks like he's enjoying being pet. I also learned that he had arrested on Saturday night but they brought him back. What a fighter this animal is, and he will continue to improve each day. These people have given him an amazing gift.
I love my job <3
- Mood:
grateful - Music:VNV Nation - In Defiance
The night before last, I went to my co-workers party out in Queens, pretty fun party, my co-workers are really awesome people to party with. And, after that we drove back to Brooklyn to meet up with Al and his lady friend Grace at the bar Monk.
We get there, I'm already drunk and want to sober up so I stick with water....
As the night progresses - I run into 2 "friends" I used to know back in the day. Alan and Frank.
The last time I saw Frank was on New Years 1999, when I almost drank myself to death and ended up in the hospital with alcohol poisoning. I mention that night to him for some reason, and he mentions Bile, being there. I forget his real name, but he was always known as Bile.
Last time I spoke about Bile:
This is the story leading up to that actually.......
Well, after my Mother died, a whole slew of unbelievable shit happened, I have no idea how I didn't put a bullet into my head. But I'm not going to get into that. Everyone around me was selfish and I had to be strong to take care of my Grandfather, who at the time couldn't bear having living past everyone he loved, except for me. Gilbert, my "step-father" is someone.....ummm, let's just says he's not all there, leave it at that. I was already living upstate with my ex-husband Jeff when my Mom passed. I had assumed care of only 2 of her 3 rabbits, Loli, and Cutie...I already had cats and a guineapig, in a small studio apartment. My Mother had another rabbit Buster, and our dog Rambo and a cat Bob. Gilbert said he would take care of them....I told Gilbert that if he was unable to take care of any of them, that I would come get them, end of story.
One day, Gilbert calls me to tell me that he had taken Buster to the vet and the vet fell in love with him and had rabbits in his home already and would love to adopt him. Gilbert, having a hard time coping with everything, told the vet that he would give him up. This was without my permission and knowledge, I didn't want to fight with him...he said I had taken on enough and that I was crazy to think I could take on more..... this is now already past Gilbert trying to throw away my Mom's stuff and me hording all of it in my small closet and a storage room.
Days and weeks had passed and I didn't really talk to anyone but I said I would be the better person and call people even though they should have been calling me....maybe hey Janeen, I've known you since you were born and know you are a mess, I just wanted to see if you're ok....not even my fucking "god mother"......the one who called me to tell me my Mom was dead, fuck her. Anyways, I called my Mom's friend Nancy, who was also my Mom's neighbor ever since I was born, I grew up with her daughter Danielle, we weren't close as adults though. Nancy tells me that Gilbert is a crazy mother fucker, and that he had given Buster (the rabbit he gave to the "vet"), to Nancy's friend Angela, who was also someone my Mom knew and someone who was over the house regularly....she always loved Buster and Gilbert had asked her to take him. Nancy told me that Angela became allergic to Buster and couldn't keep him, but Gilbert didn't answer her calls so she asked.....
She asked her son, Alan (one of the kids I used to hang out with when I was up to no good as a teenager) if he knew someone who would take the rabbit.
"Buster" - we found him in the street several times, he belonged to a little kid that lived across the street, and the kid would always throw the rabbit out the window (they lived on the 1st floor), and every time we caught him we brought him back. My Mom finally said "if I see him in the street again, I'm going to keep him"...and that's exactly what happened. We thought Buster was a dwarf rabbit, but he grew into the biggest rabbit I have ever seen, HUGE, he had to have a huge cage, and took up a lot of space.....since Gilbert had already found someone (3 months post my Mom's death), I can understand how keeping such a huge beast would be like carrying a brick from his past.
This where Bile comes in:
Alan only knew douche-bags.....and asked his douche-bag friend BILE if he wanted the rabbit and so Bile adopted him for whatever reason....why no one called me, makes me insanely mad! At this point of the conversation with Nancy I immediately asked for Angela's number to get my Mom's rabbit back. I called Angela asap and she told me that after a week of Buster being in Bile's possession, Buster had died, which was unexplainable ...no one knew why....
I remember Wendy telling about the time she went to Bile's house, she was friend's with his sister, she said the house was a filth pile, there was a garbage can overflowing with crap, like take out boxes and bloody maxipads..... fucking disgusting. I imagined Buster starving to death or eating something in his house of filth and dying from that. I kept quiet with Gilbert after knowing the truth because he still had stuff of my Mother's that I needed to get from him. I stayed quiet all these years even, just to keep the peace!
Back to the night before last, when I ran into Alan and Frank....and I mention that the last time I saw Frank I almost died...and then back to his mention of Bile. I tell Frank that Bile killed my Mom's rabbit, and I hated him.
To which, Frank and Alan replied:
"Bile's wife killed and ate that rabbit! Dude, that sucks, he totally owes you a rabbit!"
Me: instant tears, instant clenching of fists, fell into Joe's arms and told him we have to go or I'm going to punch both of them in the face....Alan starts talking to Joe and I push him out of the way to get to the car so we can go home.
The tears continue for a couple of hours, and some where in the night around 3:30am, I called Gilbert to tell him he is liar and that this is what really happened to Buster. He didn't get on the phone but I spoke to his new wife, who has always been very nice to me. She tried to calm me down. I told her I want my Mom's ashes sent to me asap, and she said she would send them on Monday (today).
I actually asked them to bring me my Mom's ashes when they came down for court back in February... They didn't. I hope she's not lying to me, either.
In a few days I will see the remains of my Mother.....why they were never mine in the first place makes me sad....how can someone be soo fucking selfish?
This world is a fucking nightmare.
- Mood: disgusted
- Mood: happy
Profile
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
thehermit- ~Janeen~
- The Animal Rescue Site
Syndicate
