So then I tell my 7 year old...but you said you wanted to be a vet...don't you want to help animals when they get boo boos?
She says, or maybe I want to be the person that stays in the office.
ha ha ha ha.
I say, oh, you want to answer phones and not work on the animals?
she says, or maybe I can be the nurse and give cats and dogs shots.
ha ha ha.
I tell her...but they have to go help with the surgeries and stuff.
she's giving this a think.
when I got my first apartment I had to have another leg surgery...i have compartment sydrome on my legs (muscles grow too big for tendon to stretch, cuts off circulation, numbness, tingling, then trip all the time because of all the pressure in leg...so they cut little windows in tendon to relieve the pressure)....so I'm on my second surgery because my scar tissue was so severe it closed over the windows...well then I get a hemotoma (blood clot) on my left leg...so I had to take one of those big q-tips several times a day and stuff guaze down inside my leg to suck up and wick out the blood clot.
I didn't think I could do it to myself but I did.
I guess I'm not a pansy after all.
me,
g