I was being vain and googling my blog to see where it sat in the Google awesomness (interesting - Google's spell check says that Google is an incorrectly spelt word unless you capitalise it). Mind you the spell check reckoned half my words in that sentence were spelt wrong, due to it being unaccepting of GBR english ( the original!).
Anyway.
So yeah, I was googling Fluffy shark and I found a gift store for all your sharky needs:
Shark gift shop
I hope it ships to NZ
Monday 6 August 2012
Sunday 29 July 2012
Fizz
Here is a video of Fizz as a little bubby.
He's all big now and I have rehomed him into a lovely home.
He's all big now and I have rehomed him into a lovely home.
Drawings
So I have just been playing around with GIMP2 (the poorman's photoshop (it's free and just as good as photoshop)) and trying my hand at some cartoon like drawings. After seeing all the beautiful artworks that are on deviant art I was inspired. So here is my first crack at it.
It's a picture of me I guess.
The nose is a bit long etc. I did it all free hand. Just need to practice my faces a bit more.
Dammit, now that I look at it all I can see are faults!
Oh well. Too bad. I declare it finished.
It's a picture of me I guess.
Dammit, now that I look at it all I can see are faults!
Oh well. Too bad. I declare it finished.
Wednesday 11 July 2012
Return to Zork
After writing yesterday's post I had a bit of nostalgia and have located the intro and the soundtrack of return to Zork on youtube (not that hard).
That opening music sure sends shivers down your spine, warm happy shivers.
Return to Zork Intro
Return to Zork sound track
That opening music sure sends shivers down your spine, warm happy shivers.
Return to Zork Intro
Return to Zork sound track
Being a female gamer
As you probably already know, I am a girl and judging by my team fortress 2 fanart post I made, you can probably deduce that I like to play computer and video games. Not a hard conclusion to make.
I've always been very interested in playing video games since I as long as I remember. When I was a kid - probably about 6 years old - we had one of those old osbourne computers. You know, those beige coloured things from the early 90's. Because electronics manufacturers had never heard of any colours other than beige or grey (No happy people in those work places) .
My dad is an electrician and has always been very much into new technology and thus was always a gamer. So I was always watching him play over his shoulder
The first game that he got was "Return to Zork". The sequel to the famous text based adventure game Zork. And thus as a result "Return to Zork" was the first game I played.
The second one I played was either Doom or Quest for Glory. I always loved watching my dad play Doom, but then when he offered it to me I would squeal and exclaim it was too scary.
Then one day I got up the courage to play it and found I quite enjoyed it.
I always found it particularly amusing to kill the imps, because when they die you can see their buttholes and buttholes are always particularly amusing for a young child.
We also had an old atari that we used to plug in and play pacman and Cat catcher (or some other title where you catch cats and put them in the pound - similar to pacman)
The next step in my gaming life occurred when I was 8 and my 6 year old brother decided to cut his thumb off with an axe. After much time in hospital and with icecream as the highlight of my brother's stay, my parents bought us some little portable game stations with tetris on them to work as physio for my brother's reattached and healing thumb.
This soon progressed to us getting our PSX with the first game being Abe's Oddessey. Never mind it was rated M 15. Mum thought the little character on the front looked cute and obviously didn't check the rating.
That one was a bit too complex for kids of our age and was put in the too hard basket. But eventually we started mastering Crash bandicoot, Spyro and Croc.
Once we got a bit older and smarter we retried Abe's oddyssey and now it is an old favourite and I have bought ALL of them on steam.
Anyway fast forward to present day and you will quite often find me playing Team fortress 2 or one of the Halo series.
So as you can tell I like to play games. But when playing online I often have interesting encounters with other players solely based on one thing: my sex.
And thus in this blog post I want to discuss the different and very common reactions female gamers get from the online community.
So I recently purchased a microphone and have been using it. I have had good times and bad times and here are the kind of people I have met.
The Raj:
Like Raj from big bang theory, these guys are really chatty and having a good ol time with the boys, when suddenly you pipe up and talk and suddenly you never hear that guy say a single word again.
Sometimes you get whole servers full of Raj's.
The reverse Raj:
Just as the name suggests as soon as a guy hears you speak he chirps up and starts talking heaps, to you and to every one. Generally a friendly guy and you can have mean as conversations with him.
The Tough guy:
"Ooh there's a girl in the server I must repeatedly bash and abuse the other players to make myself look cool and then maybe she'll sleep with me!"
I've had a few of those; the server was all peaceful before I spoke up and then suddenly it wa full of slurs and insults to other players. Guys we can see right through your "toughness"and know it's a show.
The Wife beater:
This is generally a guy who picks on you just because you are a girl. Shouting slurs and unfounded insults at you. Often they believe that the internet is no place for girls and girls can't play for shit.
<--- me when these guys pipe up
These are the ones that make gaming a lot less fun.
These ones will abuse you to try and make you cry, so they can show off to their mates (the other guys just think they are tryhards). These guys are the reason many girl gamers either don't have mics or don't play online.
I have had a few of these guys myself and they are stupid. I don't know what their reasoning behind picking on female gamers is.
I have heard some theories:
1. They are trolling because they are trolls
2. They think you are one of those girls that game just to get attention - which as, you read from my extended blurb above I am not one of them - which they assume can't play because they aren't real gamers, so they try to abuse them so they never come back. This one particular guy was abusing me even though I had a higher score than him and had been playing for less time.
3. They are just trying to appear macho in front of their mates
My general reaction to these guys is:
Common insults from these guys target your weight.
I don't understand why some guys think female gamers are fat? All the female gamers I know are in good condition and quite pretty and all the wider girls I know don't game at all. I mean we follow the same weight rules as guys, just because you play games doesn't make you fat and fact I think a higher percentage of female gamers are thinner than male gamers.
Also an interesting point - it is difficult to eat while you play games. And often if I am still feeling hungry after food I will game as I am unable to physically eat and game at the same time.
And for those of you who think - well you can't prove you are not fat. Yeah I can. I intend to post pics up here once my cool as mask is finished. Just incase in the unlikely event that this blog becomes famous I don't want to get recognised. Call me paranoid, but meh.
The Gentleman:
Lots of slurs and boy talk going on beforehand. Then click! No more swearing, everyone is super friendly and super nice and everyone burps butterflies and farts rainbows.
The other woman:
Another female gamer, who is just as cool and laid back as you. We give each other the virtual acknowledging head nod. Girls represent!
The Confused:
These are players that have no idea whether you are a prepubescent boy or a girl. Or just assume you are a kid.
Girls do actually sound different to kids. Please guys, learn this difference.
The Awesome:
This player doesn't care whether you are male or female, as long as you can play well. The revelation of your sex does not affect their behaviour in any way, shape or form.
Gifs from: Reaction gifs and images - http://reactionsimages.tumblr.com/
Edit: I will edit my crappy grammar later. Right now I want to go to sleep.
I've always been very interested in playing video games since I as long as I remember. When I was a kid - probably about 6 years old - we had one of those old osbourne computers. You know, those beige coloured things from the early 90's. Because electronics manufacturers had never heard of any colours other than beige or grey (No happy people in those work places) .
My dad is an electrician and has always been very much into new technology and thus was always a gamer. So I was always watching him play over his shoulder
The first game that he got was "Return to Zork". The sequel to the famous text based adventure game Zork. And thus as a result "Return to Zork" was the first game I played.
The second one I played was either Doom or Quest for Glory. I always loved watching my dad play Doom, but then when he offered it to me I would squeal and exclaim it was too scary.
Then one day I got up the courage to play it and found I quite enjoyed it.
I always found it particularly amusing to kill the imps, because when they die you can see their buttholes and buttholes are always particularly amusing for a young child.
We also had an old atari that we used to plug in and play pacman and Cat catcher (or some other title where you catch cats and put them in the pound - similar to pacman)
The next step in my gaming life occurred when I was 8 and my 6 year old brother decided to cut his thumb off with an axe. After much time in hospital and with icecream as the highlight of my brother's stay, my parents bought us some little portable game stations with tetris on them to work as physio for my brother's reattached and healing thumb.
This soon progressed to us getting our PSX with the first game being Abe's Oddessey. Never mind it was rated M 15. Mum thought the little character on the front looked cute and obviously didn't check the rating.
That one was a bit too complex for kids of our age and was put in the too hard basket. But eventually we started mastering Crash bandicoot, Spyro and Croc.
Once we got a bit older and smarter we retried Abe's oddyssey and now it is an old favourite and I have bought ALL of them on steam.
Anyway fast forward to present day and you will quite often find me playing Team fortress 2 or one of the Halo series.
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| Yes that's me |
So as you can tell I like to play games. But when playing online I often have interesting encounters with other players solely based on one thing: my sex.
And thus in this blog post I want to discuss the different and very common reactions female gamers get from the online community.
So I recently purchased a microphone and have been using it. I have had good times and bad times and here are the kind of people I have met.
The Raj:
Like Raj from big bang theory, these guys are really chatty and having a good ol time with the boys, when suddenly you pipe up and talk and suddenly you never hear that guy say a single word again.
Sometimes you get whole servers full of Raj's.
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| Fom The Tonight I'm Frakking You video |
The reverse Raj:
Just as the name suggests as soon as a guy hears you speak he chirps up and starts talking heaps, to you and to every one. Generally a friendly guy and you can have mean as conversations with him.
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| A girl? Where? |
The Tough guy:
"Ooh there's a girl in the server I must repeatedly bash and abuse the other players to make myself look cool and then maybe she'll sleep with me!"
I've had a few of those; the server was all peaceful before I spoke up and then suddenly it wa full of slurs and insults to other players. Guys we can see right through your "toughness"and know it's a show.
The Wife beater:
This is generally a guy who picks on you just because you are a girl. Shouting slurs and unfounded insults at you. Often they believe that the internet is no place for girls and girls can't play for shit.
<--- me when these guys pipe upThese are the ones that make gaming a lot less fun.
These ones will abuse you to try and make you cry, so they can show off to their mates (the other guys just think they are tryhards). These guys are the reason many girl gamers either don't have mics or don't play online.
I have had a few of these guys myself and they are stupid. I don't know what their reasoning behind picking on female gamers is.
I have heard some theories:
1. They are trolling because they are trolls
2. They think you are one of those girls that game just to get attention - which as, you read from my extended blurb above I am not one of them - which they assume can't play because they aren't real gamers, so they try to abuse them so they never come back. This one particular guy was abusing me even though I had a higher score than him and had been playing for less time.
3. They are just trying to appear macho in front of their mates
My general reaction to these guys is:
Common insults from these guys target your weight.
I don't understand why some guys think female gamers are fat? All the female gamers I know are in good condition and quite pretty and all the wider girls I know don't game at all. I mean we follow the same weight rules as guys, just because you play games doesn't make you fat and fact I think a higher percentage of female gamers are thinner than male gamers.
Also an interesting point - it is difficult to eat while you play games. And often if I am still feeling hungry after food I will game as I am unable to physically eat and game at the same time.
And for those of you who think - well you can't prove you are not fat. Yeah I can. I intend to post pics up here once my cool as mask is finished. Just incase in the unlikely event that this blog becomes famous I don't want to get recognised. Call me paranoid, but meh.
The Gentleman:
Lots of slurs and boy talk going on beforehand. Then click! No more swearing, everyone is super friendly and super nice and everyone burps butterflies and farts rainbows.
The other woman:
Another female gamer, who is just as cool and laid back as you. We give each other the virtual acknowledging head nod. Girls represent!
The Confused:
These are players that have no idea whether you are a prepubescent boy or a girl. Or just assume you are a kid.
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| Prepubescent boy-girl |
The Awesome:
This player doesn't care whether you are male or female, as long as you can play well. The revelation of your sex does not affect their behaviour in any way, shape or form.
And just for you a dancing doctor:
Edit: I will edit my crappy grammar later. Right now I want to go to sleep.
Thursday 14 June 2012
HBS
So I went to work the other day and me being me I hadn't really done much washing lately and my choice of underwear had diminished. Basically it was down to wearing really old undies with the elastic all dead so the undie was really loose or really new undies of which had super tight elastic BUt would stay on my butt. Naturally I chose those that would lead to less embarrassment which mean those that continued to protect most of my dignity.
I mean I could have worn the loose undies with tight pants, but because I am lazy I only had baggy pants left and baggy pants + baggy undies = chaos.
So why were my new undies as tight as a gold fish's anus (my goldfish poops quite well thank you).
Well this is why. My bum is considered that of the small size, so generally I buy small sized undies. So in usual habit I went and bought some small undies. But I think the small that I bought this time is really the small of a rather petite nation.
When I got them out of the packet and had washed them, they looked like the size of children's underwear and I'm pretty sure I did not buy kids underwear.
So anyway I wore my rather tight undies to work in some lovely pants with thin fabric to eccentuate my panty line. Conscious about my VPL I mentioned it to a colleague, who called it "HUNGRY BUM SYNDROME". Floored at this awesomely descriptive phrase I thought I would share some lovely pictures of starved buttocks for you all to enjoy (or retch at).
Yep they've thought of everything.
And just cause this is so cute:
So after seeing all this hungry as arses, I feel like less of an arse about my hungry arse. :)
Picture credits are either on the picture themselves or they are here:
www.mirror.co.uk
wannabebrazilian.wordpress.com
www.aladyrevealsnothing.com
www.stuff.co.nz
Little monster pants by Katewares
I think that is all, if there are more and i have forgotten them then let me know.
I mean I could have worn the loose undies with tight pants, but because I am lazy I only had baggy pants left and baggy pants + baggy undies = chaos.
So why were my new undies as tight as a gold fish's anus (my goldfish poops quite well thank you).
When I got them out of the packet and had washed them, they looked like the size of children's underwear and I'm pretty sure I did not buy kids underwear.
So anyway I wore my rather tight undies to work in some lovely pants with thin fabric to eccentuate my panty line. Conscious about my VPL I mentioned it to a colleague, who called it "HUNGRY BUM SYNDROME". Floored at this awesomely descriptive phrase I thought I would share some lovely pictures of starved buttocks for you all to enjoy (or retch at).
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| Om nom nom |
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| This one is so desperate to escape its pant captor that it is exploding out the top |
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| I think this is one of the most hungriest bums I have ever seen. So hungry its tattoo is off centre |
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| A bite size snack for bums on the go |
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| This bum is really chowing down on it's meal of pants. |
And just for interest's sake this is a bum bra To hold your butt cheeks up
Yep they've thought of everything.
And just cause this is so cute:
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| In Soviet Russia pants eat you! |
So after seeing all this hungry as arses, I feel like less of an arse about my hungry arse. :)
Picture credits are either on the picture themselves or they are here:
www.mirror.co.uk
wannabebrazilian.wordpress.com
www.aladyrevealsnothing.com
www.stuff.co.nz
Little monster pants by Katewares
I think that is all, if there are more and i have forgotten them then let me know.
Monday 28 May 2012
Latency
HI.
Due to my currently very crap internet access, I have not been able to make any blogs.
I do have some blog posts in the works which I look forward to finishing once I have a decent internet connection.
I haven't been able to play Team fortress 2 for THREE WHOLE MONTHS!!! I am having TF2 withdrawels lol. So hopefully I will have awesome internet again in 2 weeks. Fingers crossed, cause I have some fun stuff I would like to write about and share with the world! Well all 106 people that have viewed my blog so far. :P
Due to my currently very crap internet access, I have not been able to make any blogs.
I do have some blog posts in the works which I look forward to finishing once I have a decent internet connection.
I haven't been able to play Team fortress 2 for THREE WHOLE MONTHS!!! I am having TF2 withdrawels lol. So hopefully I will have awesome internet again in 2 weeks. Fingers crossed, cause I have some fun stuff I would like to write about and share with the world! Well all 106 people that have viewed my blog so far. :P
Tuesday 15 May 2012
Team Fortress 2 fan art
Here is some really cool Team fortress 2 fan art that I found over at deviantart.com.
Links to the Artists and their pages are posted before my favourite pictures of theirs so you can visit their page and see some more of their awesome creations.
Excellent art done by theminttu over at http://theminttu.deviantart.com/ :
Absolutely love her work. She has heaps more so go check her out!
And Doubleleaf's cool as, work over at http://doubleleaf.deviantart.com
She has some really cool Assassin creed pics as well!
Some by Precosiouschild at http://precosiouschild.deviantart.com/
They are so happy. :D
By Night-fell at http://night-fell.deviantart.com
Surprise attack
By arok318 over athttp://arok318.deviantart.com
A little bit different, but I sure love that grin on the spy-squid
Over at RavenousDarkHart at http://ravenousdarkhart.deviantart.com/
I love the look on scout's face here. :D And also the thinking heavy.
So some of my favourites. It was hard enough just selecting only a few pics to put up, so go over to these great artists' deviant art pages and check them out!
I'm not sure who made this little gem. If anyone knows please leave a comment so that I can credit them. Thanks :D
Links to the Artists and their pages are posted before my favourite pictures of theirs so you can visit their page and see some more of their awesome creations.
Excellent art done by theminttu over at http://theminttu.deviantart.com/ :
And Doubleleaf's cool as, work over at http://doubleleaf.deviantart.com
She has some really cool Assassin creed pics as well!
Some by Precosiouschild at http://precosiouschild.deviantart.com/
By Night-fell at http://night-fell.deviantart.com
By arok318 over athttp://arok318.deviantart.com
A little bit different, but I sure love that grin on the spy-squid
So some of my favourites. It was hard enough just selecting only a few pics to put up, so go over to these great artists' deviant art pages and check them out!
Friday 4 May 2012
Amnesia
Oh my goodness. Evil hag lady came back in again the other day and I made the fateful mistake of not remembering her name, so I had called the pet's name before it was too late.
Once I saw who stood up I felt a wave of pure dread sweep over me.
So I converted that dread energy into "I can take this!" energy in my little power station.
Luckily it was a simple vaccination and on one of her other cats.
It just got weird after this. The woman started talking to me like she had met up with me for brunch. Confused I treated her nicely (as I always do). And she continued to babble on to me about how good her kitty was. (I didn't dare ask how the kitten I sent home was, just in case she suddenly remembered who I was and decided to kill me and feed me to her cat spawn).
So I just pretended that I had never met her before and we got on just fine. It was so strange. It's like the abuse had never happened at all.
Was there a glitch in the matrix? Well I wasn't seeing the same cat twice (ah ha ha, that was so good Tez, you know your movies! Get it? Cause in the matrix.... oh never mind, I'll laugh on my own).
Maybe there was some conspiracy theory? Whatever it was it meant this woman wasn't abusing me, so I was pretty darn happy!
Anyway, cat got vaccinated, woman left, and I was left standing in the consult room dumbfounded.
If there is one thing that I have learnt from this job, it's that people are weird and full of surprises.
Once I saw who stood up I felt a wave of pure dread sweep over me.
So I converted that dread energy into "I can take this!" energy in my little power station.
Luckily it was a simple vaccination and on one of her other cats.
It just got weird after this. The woman started talking to me like she had met up with me for brunch. Confused I treated her nicely (as I always do). And she continued to babble on to me about how good her kitty was. (I didn't dare ask how the kitten I sent home was, just in case she suddenly remembered who I was and decided to kill me and feed me to her cat spawn).
So I just pretended that I had never met her before and we got on just fine. It was so strange. It's like the abuse had never happened at all.
Was there a glitch in the matrix? Well I wasn't seeing the same cat twice (ah ha ha, that was so good Tez, you know your movies! Get it? Cause in the matrix.... oh never mind, I'll laugh on my own).
Maybe there was some conspiracy theory? Whatever it was it meant this woman wasn't abusing me, so I was pretty darn happy!
Anyway, cat got vaccinated, woman left, and I was left standing in the consult room dumbfounded.
If there is one thing that I have learnt from this job, it's that people are weird and full of surprises.
Friday 27 April 2012
Common decency
I'm going to have a big griping rant today thanks to this horrible person who decided that because she wanted to look smarter than me and make me feel stupid, when I was trying to help her out, she thus ruined both yesterday and today (because I'm still thinking about it). So mean lady because you decided to be a right old hag. I shall turn your rudeness into entertainment for others.
So it goes like this:
I was at work and it was the busy part of the afternoon when all the patients that were in for surgery that day were being discharged.
Being rushed off my feet and trying to cater to what seemed like hundreds of people all caring for their pets and wanting what's best for them I barely noticed this lady abusing one of our nurses as I rushed by to go discharge another patient.
She happened to be abusing one of the sweetest and most softest spoken nurses I know. Who knows what it was about? Maybe the lady was distressed over a critically ill pet that required expensive emergency surgery - in that case I can kind of understand (although it's not the nurse's fault, or anyone's for that matter that an animal may require an expensive surgery - it's just how it goes. [The government doesn't subsidise veterinary medicine like it does human medicine - this is a HUGE subject that I can go into later]). In situations where someone's beloved family member is critically ill and it depends on their financial situation to decide on the pets fate, people can become very distressed.
Any way back to the story at hand. As I was popping a little kitty cat into a cage so he could go home, the nurse walks out the back looking frazzled. I ask her if she is ok and she slowly nods her head. Unfortunately being abused by people is part of the job description. :/.
So I check the list of which kitties to discharge and chose the next one to do. It was a little kitten that had been speyed (ovariohysterectomy for those who want to know the full term! :D).
The nurse looked over at who I had chosen.
"Good luck" she said, "that was the lady that was abusing me out there".
What on earth was she abusing our nurse for? Her perfectly healthy cat was in for a routine spey.
So I prepared myself for the imminent abuse that I would undoubtedly receive, picked up the kitty's chart and headed out to the battlefield.
When discharging patients we have to go through a list of discharge instructions with the client, to ensure that the animal will be looked after properly, not pull its sutures out or get an infection or be in any pain or discomfort while they heal.
Ok. So here is our conversation. Any thoughts I have are in between asterisks.
Me: Kitty's owner?
Evil hag: Yes, yes that's me.
Me: Ok let's head over to this corner here where it's nice and quiet and I'll go through the discharge instructions with you.
Evil hag: Ok
Me: Ok so kitty has had an anaesthetic today and with anaesthesia-
Evil hag: Yes, yes I know what an anaesthetic is I've had 12 cats.
*I wasn't going to tell her what anaesthesia was, I was telling her how they feel after anaesthesia*
Me: Ok, well because she has had anaesthesia she will feel a little bit groggy and tired tonight, so you need to keep her separate from other pets so she can heal properly for at least the next 2 days.
Evil hag: I'm not keeping them separate from each other, they won't like that.
Me: Well please try.
Evil hag:They are cats, they will do what they want.
*How hard is it to put a cat in a separate room?*
So I continue on with the instructions.
Me: Make sure that when you get home you offer her a small amount of water. If she doesn't vomit or have any nausea, then after half an hour you can offer her a bigger drink. The same goes with food; offer her a small meal when you get home, if there is no vomiting or nausea after an hour then you can offer her a larger meal.
Evil hag: I'll just give her her whole meal when she gets home.
Me: She may feel quite nauseous due to the after effects of the anaesthesia and be sick if you offer her too much food at once.
Evil hag: (evil glare)
I continue on with my instructions:
Me: Don't be concerned if she does not want to eat tonight.
I then discuss pain management and give her Kitty's pain relief.
Me: Ok so one of the most common complications with recovering from surgery is excessive licking of the wound, so if she starts to lick it too much then she will need a head collar-
Evil hag: Did you put in melting sutures?
Me: (confused look) Melting sutures?
Evil hag: The ones that dissolve
I look at her in a confused state as you very rarely put dissolvable sutures in the skin of an animal unless it is wild (and will kill you if you attempt to take them out later), as dissolvable sutures in the skin are very good at wicking bacteria into the wound.
Me: No they will need to be taken out in 10-14 days.
Evil hag:They'll be out in 3 days then.
Me: No you need to bring her in in 10-14 days.
Evil hag: Why?
Me: Because it takes that long for sufficient scar tissue to develop and be strong enough to not allow the wound to reopen.
Evil hag: No, I meant they will take them out themselves in 3 days.
Me: Yes, so that is why she will require a head collar, to PREVENT her from taking her own stitches out.
Evil hag: That won't stop the other cats from taking them out.
Me: Yes that is why you need to keep them SEPARATE from each other.
Evil hag: (evil glare)
Me: Ok so don't let her run around, jump or frolick for the next 5 days as we don't want her to tear her sutures out.
Evil hag: She's a cat, you can't stop her from running around or jumping.
Me: That is why you need to keep her confined in a SEPARATE room.
Evil hag: You people are weird, you obviously don't know what cats do. You can't confine them, they are cats. You don't know anything about cats.
Me (getting fed up at this point): We deal with cats every day.
*I know what I'm talking about, I have a degree in veterinary medicine, I kinda studied about cats and other animals for 5 YEARS OF MY LIFE and have NOW WORKED WITH THEM FOR FREAKING 40 HOURS A WEEK,48 WEEKS A YEAR. Plus I have also owned/ lived with 12 cats. Because apparently owning 12 cats gives you a degree in veterinary medicine these days. Not slaving away for 36 hours a week in lectures and practicals and over 30 hours a week of studying for the first 4 years and then 60-80 hours of clinical rotations, night shift, no lunch and study on top of that in the final year and passing exams in a 5 year degree that requires a minimum of a A- grade to enter. No, no, you just have to have had 12 cats apparently*
*Also the other clients don't seem to have a problem with these instructions*
So at this point I just gave her the medication and went out the back to fetch Kitty.
I picked her up- she was such a sweet little kitty and said to her:
"Oh Kitty I guess we'll be seeing you back in a few days with an infection. I'm sorry you have such an owner"
I popped her in the cage, walked out briskly into the reception handed the hag her poor cat and left, hoping like crap this kitty doesn't get an infection due to her owner's arrogance, for her sake, but also for ours.
The thing that really gets me, is I was providing a service for her, I was helping her out, trying to prevent any pain or suffering for the cat and trying to prevent her from having to spend more money in the future if her cat got an infection. Yet she had to be rude to me, and try and make me sound stupid (in a field that I have studied and work in daily). The stink thing is I have to bite my tongue, I can't tell her what I am actually thinking. I can't tell her that actually she is a stupid cow and by the sounds of things I am way more intelligent than she will ever be (as she has to try and make other people look dumb so that she can feel better about herself).
The thing about these people, is anyone listening in on the conversation can tell what kind of cow this woman is, they don't agree with her, even if she thinks she is so smart.
It's also funny too, because after I had dealt with her I went and talked about her with everyone else and they all started telling me stories of how rude and bitchy she is. So the whole clinic knows she is a cow. What on earth has she gained from acting like that? More people hate her?? Yay??
On a side note: When people get all grumpy and you have done EVERYTHING to help them and been as polite as possible and they are grumpy because you under-quoted them by 2 dollars or their pet wasn't seen sooner because an animal in a critical state came rushing through the doors, or you told them you can't see their vicious dog without a muzzle on and they say something like "I'm NEVER coming to this clinic again!!!" it's hilarious.
Am I supposed to be mortally offended and upset that you don't want to come here again? What was the point of saying that? If you are in such a state of mind that you feel you must say that, then we are pretty damn happy that you are never coming back again, we don't want you. We don't want our staff being abused again. So you telling us you are never coming back again, doesn't upset us in the slightest. We are actually freaking exhilarated that you are never coming back again.
Also we are able to fire clients. So any people who are rude to us, we can refuse to see them, unless their animal is in an immense amount of pain and needs immediate attention.
So just because you pay money for a service it does not make you immune to people not giving you that service in future.
You can tell this lady really made me angry.
See, there was no reason for her rudeness, and look how it's affected me and others.
Rant over.
Ps. Do I have to credit where I got the "seriously guy" from, or is he just that well known? I think it was from Knowyourmeme.com.
So it goes like this:
I was at work and it was the busy part of the afternoon when all the patients that were in for surgery that day were being discharged.
Being rushed off my feet and trying to cater to what seemed like hundreds of people all caring for their pets and wanting what's best for them I barely noticed this lady abusing one of our nurses as I rushed by to go discharge another patient.
She happened to be abusing one of the sweetest and most softest spoken nurses I know. Who knows what it was about? Maybe the lady was distressed over a critically ill pet that required expensive emergency surgery - in that case I can kind of understand (although it's not the nurse's fault, or anyone's for that matter that an animal may require an expensive surgery - it's just how it goes. [The government doesn't subsidise veterinary medicine like it does human medicine - this is a HUGE subject that I can go into later]). In situations where someone's beloved family member is critically ill and it depends on their financial situation to decide on the pets fate, people can become very distressed.
Any way back to the story at hand. As I was popping a little kitty cat into a cage so he could go home, the nurse walks out the back looking frazzled. I ask her if she is ok and she slowly nods her head. Unfortunately being abused by people is part of the job description. :/.
So I check the list of which kitties to discharge and chose the next one to do. It was a little kitten that had been speyed (ovariohysterectomy for those who want to know the full term! :D).
The nurse looked over at who I had chosen.
"Good luck" she said, "that was the lady that was abusing me out there".
What on earth was she abusing our nurse for? Her perfectly healthy cat was in for a routine spey.
So I prepared myself for the imminent abuse that I would undoubtedly receive, picked up the kitty's chart and headed out to the battlefield.
When discharging patients we have to go through a list of discharge instructions with the client, to ensure that the animal will be looked after properly, not pull its sutures out or get an infection or be in any pain or discomfort while they heal.
Ok. So here is our conversation. Any thoughts I have are in between asterisks.
Me: Kitty's owner?
Evil hag: Yes, yes that's me.
Me: Ok let's head over to this corner here where it's nice and quiet and I'll go through the discharge instructions with you.
Evil hag: Ok
Me: Ok so kitty has had an anaesthetic today and with anaesthesia-
Evil hag: Yes, yes I know what an anaesthetic is I've had 12 cats.
*I wasn't going to tell her what anaesthesia was, I was telling her how they feel after anaesthesia*
Me: Ok, well because she has had anaesthesia she will feel a little bit groggy and tired tonight, so you need to keep her separate from other pets so she can heal properly for at least the next 2 days.
Evil hag: I'm not keeping them separate from each other, they won't like that.
Me: Well please try.
Evil hag:They are cats, they will do what they want.
*How hard is it to put a cat in a separate room?*
So I continue on with the instructions.
Me: Make sure that when you get home you offer her a small amount of water. If she doesn't vomit or have any nausea, then after half an hour you can offer her a bigger drink. The same goes with food; offer her a small meal when you get home, if there is no vomiting or nausea after an hour then you can offer her a larger meal.
Evil hag: I'll just give her her whole meal when she gets home.
Me: She may feel quite nauseous due to the after effects of the anaesthesia and be sick if you offer her too much food at once.
Evil hag: (evil glare)
I continue on with my instructions:
Me: Don't be concerned if she does not want to eat tonight.
I then discuss pain management and give her Kitty's pain relief.
Me: Ok so one of the most common complications with recovering from surgery is excessive licking of the wound, so if she starts to lick it too much then she will need a head collar-
Evil hag: Did you put in melting sutures?
Me: (confused look) Melting sutures?
Evil hag: The ones that dissolve
I look at her in a confused state as you very rarely put dissolvable sutures in the skin of an animal unless it is wild (and will kill you if you attempt to take them out later), as dissolvable sutures in the skin are very good at wicking bacteria into the wound.
Me: No they will need to be taken out in 10-14 days.
Evil hag:They'll be out in 3 days then.
Me: No you need to bring her in in 10-14 days.
Evil hag: Why?
Me: Because it takes that long for sufficient scar tissue to develop and be strong enough to not allow the wound to reopen.
Evil hag: No, I meant they will take them out themselves in 3 days.
Me: Yes, so that is why she will require a head collar, to PREVENT her from taking her own stitches out.
Evil hag: That won't stop the other cats from taking them out.
Me: Yes that is why you need to keep them SEPARATE from each other.
Evil hag: (evil glare)
Me: Ok so don't let her run around, jump or frolick for the next 5 days as we don't want her to tear her sutures out.
Evil hag: She's a cat, you can't stop her from running around or jumping.
Me: That is why you need to keep her confined in a SEPARATE room.
Evil hag: You people are weird, you obviously don't know what cats do. You can't confine them, they are cats. You don't know anything about cats.
Me (getting fed up at this point): We deal with cats every day.
*I know what I'm talking about, I have a degree in veterinary medicine, I kinda studied about cats and other animals for 5 YEARS OF MY LIFE and have NOW WORKED WITH THEM FOR FREAKING 40 HOURS A WEEK,48 WEEKS A YEAR. Plus I have also owned/ lived with 12 cats. Because apparently owning 12 cats gives you a degree in veterinary medicine these days. Not slaving away for 36 hours a week in lectures and practicals and over 30 hours a week of studying for the first 4 years and then 60-80 hours of clinical rotations, night shift, no lunch and study on top of that in the final year and passing exams in a 5 year degree that requires a minimum of a A- grade to enter. No, no, you just have to have had 12 cats apparently*
*Also the other clients don't seem to have a problem with these instructions*
So at this point I just gave her the medication and went out the back to fetch Kitty.
I picked her up- she was such a sweet little kitty and said to her:
"Oh Kitty I guess we'll be seeing you back in a few days with an infection. I'm sorry you have such an owner"
I popped her in the cage, walked out briskly into the reception handed the hag her poor cat and left, hoping like crap this kitty doesn't get an infection due to her owner's arrogance, for her sake, but also for ours.
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| Poor kitty. That woman did not have the most attractive butt, nor does she deserve for it to be represented nicely. |
The thing that really gets me, is I was providing a service for her, I was helping her out, trying to prevent any pain or suffering for the cat and trying to prevent her from having to spend more money in the future if her cat got an infection. Yet she had to be rude to me, and try and make me sound stupid (in a field that I have studied and work in daily). The stink thing is I have to bite my tongue, I can't tell her what I am actually thinking. I can't tell her that actually she is a stupid cow and by the sounds of things I am way more intelligent than she will ever be (as she has to try and make other people look dumb so that she can feel better about herself).
The thing about these people, is anyone listening in on the conversation can tell what kind of cow this woman is, they don't agree with her, even if she thinks she is so smart.
It's also funny too, because after I had dealt with her I went and talked about her with everyone else and they all started telling me stories of how rude and bitchy she is. So the whole clinic knows she is a cow. What on earth has she gained from acting like that? More people hate her?? Yay??
On a side note: When people get all grumpy and you have done EVERYTHING to help them and been as polite as possible and they are grumpy because you under-quoted them by 2 dollars or their pet wasn't seen sooner because an animal in a critical state came rushing through the doors, or you told them you can't see their vicious dog without a muzzle on and they say something like "I'm NEVER coming to this clinic again!!!" it's hilarious.
Am I supposed to be mortally offended and upset that you don't want to come here again? What was the point of saying that? If you are in such a state of mind that you feel you must say that, then we are pretty damn happy that you are never coming back again, we don't want you. We don't want our staff being abused again. So you telling us you are never coming back again, doesn't upset us in the slightest. We are actually freaking exhilarated that you are never coming back again.
Also we are able to fire clients. So any people who are rude to us, we can refuse to see them, unless their animal is in an immense amount of pain and needs immediate attention.
So just because you pay money for a service it does not make you immune to people not giving you that service in future.
You can tell this lady really made me angry.
See, there was no reason for her rudeness, and look how it's affected me and others.
Rant over.
Ps. Do I have to credit where I got the "seriously guy" from, or is he just that well known? I think it was from Knowyourmeme.com.
Thursday 26 April 2012
Minecraft crochet pig!
My friend Walksthatdonotexist over at her blog Escapades made this cool little crochet pig.
He's a real cutey!
More after the jump:
Minecraft crochet pig
He's a real cutey!
More after the jump:
Minecraft crochet pig
Wednesday 25 April 2012
Hypo and Hyper
A lot of people seem to have a problem with the prefixes "hypo" and "hyper".
They are often confused with one another. And what I always find slightly amusing is when someone describes someone else as being "hypo" when they mean they are all excited or over-active. In this circumstance they are using hypo to describe someone who is being hyperactive. This is the most common misuse of the two prefixes.
Hypo is a prefix used to denounce something that is low or decreased. Examples being hypothermia (low temperature), or hypothyroidism (low thyroid hormones).
Hyper is a prefix used to describe something as high or increased such as hyperactive (very active), hyperthyroidism (overactive thyroid gland creating lots of thyroid hormones), hyperreflexia (exaggerated reflexes) etc etc
So I always have a little chuckle to myself when someone brings in their little Jack Russell terrier and tells me. "Oh Bobby is being soooo hypo today" and I look at him and he's bouncing off the walls.
Me: "Has he been really sick and tired today?"
Client "No! He's been really hypo. I just told you that!"
>.<
I usually just smile sweetly and ask them if they meant he was being hyperactive and they look at me thinking "How does she not know what hypo means?". So they probably think I'm stupid, but then I know the correct use of the prefixes hypo and hyper and am not misusing them. If they do give me that funny look then I will just go ahead and tell them what hypo means.
When not dealing with clients I just generally correct people anyway. But with clients you have to bite your tongue a lot, because if you make them feel uncomfortable then they don't trust you entirely and may not follow instructions properly when it comes to medicating their pet, which is more important than regaining what little dignity you may have left.
The reason that i can't just assume they mean "hyper" when they say "hypo" is because we do get a lot of people in who also know how to use the terms properly. This is especially relevant when human doctors or nurses bring their pets in.
It is also very important to establish whether or not the animal is hypo or hyper as they can both end up meaning completely different diagnoses!
So even though it is colloquial to describe someone as "hypo" when you mean they are actually hyper, I just can't bring myself to use it in that way, even if a friend is saying it. If I try doing it, my medical brain beats on my colloquial brain and smooshes it into a corner with a baseball bat.
And meanwhile, as the inner turmoil goes on, the word is trying to bubble to the surface and it feels like a bad lunch is about to get vomited/burped up. I swallow halfway through and what comes out is a bastardised word: "hypoer". It's like I physically can't say the prefix in the wrong context and medical brain is triumphant.
They are often confused with one another. And what I always find slightly amusing is when someone describes someone else as being "hypo" when they mean they are all excited or over-active. In this circumstance they are using hypo to describe someone who is being hyperactive. This is the most common misuse of the two prefixes.
Hypo is a prefix used to denounce something that is low or decreased. Examples being hypothermia (low temperature), or hypothyroidism (low thyroid hormones).
Hyper is a prefix used to describe something as high or increased such as hyperactive (very active), hyperthyroidism (overactive thyroid gland creating lots of thyroid hormones), hyperreflexia (exaggerated reflexes) etc etc
So I always have a little chuckle to myself when someone brings in their little Jack Russell terrier and tells me. "Oh Bobby is being soooo hypo today" and I look at him and he's bouncing off the walls.
Me: "Has he been really sick and tired today?"
Client "No! He's been really hypo. I just told you that!"
>.<
I usually just smile sweetly and ask them if they meant he was being hyperactive and they look at me thinking "How does she not know what hypo means?". So they probably think I'm stupid, but then I know the correct use of the prefixes hypo and hyper and am not misusing them. If they do give me that funny look then I will just go ahead and tell them what hypo means.
When not dealing with clients I just generally correct people anyway. But with clients you have to bite your tongue a lot, because if you make them feel uncomfortable then they don't trust you entirely and may not follow instructions properly when it comes to medicating their pet, which is more important than regaining what little dignity you may have left.
The reason that i can't just assume they mean "hyper" when they say "hypo" is because we do get a lot of people in who also know how to use the terms properly. This is especially relevant when human doctors or nurses bring their pets in.
It is also very important to establish whether or not the animal is hypo or hyper as they can both end up meaning completely different diagnoses!
So even though it is colloquial to describe someone as "hypo" when you mean they are actually hyper, I just can't bring myself to use it in that way, even if a friend is saying it. If I try doing it, my medical brain beats on my colloquial brain and smooshes it into a corner with a baseball bat.
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| For those who are worried: Colloquial brain is ok, he was just in hospital for a while. |
Sunday 22 April 2012
My signature
Do you like my fancy little signature? I think it's pretty cool
If you look really hard you can see all the letters of my name in there.
TEZLATAZ.
I feel pretty proud of myself.
TEZLATAZ.
I feel pretty proud of myself.
Dinosaurs as pets
I've always wondered what it would be like to have a dinosaur as a pet. I've always wanted one (or to be one), but one thing is standing in my way. And that thing, ladies and gentlemen, is EXTINCTION and that maybe my flat isn't big enough.
Well I suppose I do actually have pet dinosaurs; my budgies. Birds can be considered dinosaurs. But that's not a real I HAVE LOTS OF TEETH AND A TAIL dinosaur.
To be perfectly honest there aren't really a lot of apartment sized dinosaurs out there to our knowledge.
I suppose if you were going for your apartment dinosaurs, your best bets would be the Compsognathus longipes, or Compy as I like to call it. At only a maximum of a metre long he would be your perfect pet. Nice and tiny unlikely to kill you.You could feed him on a diet of freshly caught lizards and bugs (not small children or people as the Jurassic park movies suggest however you could always set him on your annoying little brother if you felt that way inclined).
Another perfect apartment dinosaur would be the Archaeopteryx.
At only 60cm long it fits comfortably in a small aviary. There are many different species and colours to choose from. And judging by it's teeth it probably also ate small vertebrates and insects.
So I compiled a list of other great apartment dinosaurs!!!:
Eoraptor
Fabrosaurus/ Lesothosaurus - a nice little herbivore
Velociraptor - contrary to popular belief as caused by the Jurassic park movies. Velociraptors are actually only 1m long and stand at knee height. The Jurassic park series covers this error up by going on to explain that there were errors in the DNA that caused them to grow too big or something like that. You find that out if you play the game and read the journal. The ones in the movie are based on Deinonychus.
Sinosauropteryx
Sinornithosaurus - you would have to get this one defanged as it has two venomous teeth in the middle of it's mouth.
Mononykus
Caudipteryx
Leaellynasaura
Psittacosaurus
Byronosaurus
So once you have brought your new addition home, you will need to house train him. Never having experienced dinosaur poo before I would assume that it would be similar to chicken poo. Which is not nice at the best of times.
Some dinosaurs will have more issues toilet training than others. I recommend getting plenty of puppy training pads right from the get go. Because explaining to your landlord why you are cleaning up dinosaur poop from his freshly cleaned brand new all wool fibre luxury carpet is not a fun way to spend a Saturday morning, or any morning for that matter, or any afternoon... or any time at all!
Now we must think of what to feed them - granted you should probably do this before you do think about the toilet training, but if you have a homicidal landlord breathing down your neck, sometimes it's ok to think about the carpets first.
It will be easy to feed them, because if dinosaurs have gone mainstream, which they would have as soon as they became available as pets (due to the novelty factor and nagging children) then there is bound to be a company making dino chow.
Dino Chow made for both your carnivorous and herbivorous friend.
Make sure it is AAFCO approved.
After food and toileting is settled, then the other aspects such as where your new friend will sleep, what collar or harness they may require for walks, toys, vet trips and other necessary things can be attended to.
Then soon little boutique dinosaur clotheshops will pop up that sell booties, hats, jackets and blingy collars. And we will see the rise of the handbag dinosaur. The over-spoiled, babied dinosaur that is every vet's nightmare.
Man I'd love to be a dinosaur vet.
Information gathered from, Collins Dinosaurs; The ultimate guide to prehistoric life,Wikipedia and my head
Well I suppose I do actually have pet dinosaurs; my budgies. Birds can be considered dinosaurs. But that's not a real I HAVE LOTS OF TEETH AND A TAIL dinosaur.
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| Compsognathus |
To be perfectly honest there aren't really a lot of apartment sized dinosaurs out there to our knowledge.
I suppose if you were going for your apartment dinosaurs, your best bets would be the Compsognathus longipes, or Compy as I like to call it. At only a maximum of a metre long he would be your perfect pet. Nice and tiny unlikely to kill you.You could feed him on a diet of freshly caught lizards and bugs (not small children or people as the Jurassic park movies suggest however you could always set him on your annoying little brother if you felt that way inclined).
At only 60cm long it fits comfortably in a small aviary. There are many different species and colours to choose from. And judging by it's teeth it probably also ate small vertebrates and insects.
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| Archaeopteryx |
So I compiled a list of other great apartment dinosaurs!!!:
Eoraptor
Fabrosaurus/ Lesothosaurus - a nice little herbivore
 | |
| Mononykus |
Sinosauropteryx
Sinornithosaurus - you would have to get this one defanged as it has two venomous teeth in the middle of it's mouth.
Mononykus
Caudipteryx
Leaellynasaura
Psittacosaurus
Byronosaurus
So once you have brought your new addition home, you will need to house train him. Never having experienced dinosaur poo before I would assume that it would be similar to chicken poo. Which is not nice at the best of times.
 |
| Velociraptor |
Some dinosaurs will have more issues toilet training than others. I recommend getting plenty of puppy training pads right from the get go. Because explaining to your landlord why you are cleaning up dinosaur poop from his freshly cleaned brand new all wool fibre luxury carpet is not a fun way to spend a Saturday morning, or any morning for that matter, or any afternoon... or any time at all!
Now we must think of what to feed them - granted you should probably do this before you do think about the toilet training, but if you have a homicidal landlord breathing down your neck, sometimes it's ok to think about the carpets first.
It will be easy to feed them, because if dinosaurs have gone mainstream, which they would have as soon as they became available as pets (due to the novelty factor and nagging children) then there is bound to be a company making dino chow.
Dino Chow made for both your carnivorous and herbivorous friend.
Make sure it is AAFCO approved.
After food and toileting is settled, then the other aspects such as where your new friend will sleep, what collar or harness they may require for walks, toys, vet trips and other necessary things can be attended to.
Then soon little boutique dinosaur clotheshops will pop up that sell booties, hats, jackets and blingy collars. And we will see the rise of the handbag dinosaur. The over-spoiled, babied dinosaur that is every vet's nightmare.
Man I'd love to be a dinosaur vet.
Information gathered from, Collins Dinosaurs; The ultimate guide to prehistoric life,Wikipedia and my head
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