Introduction

Welcome to my online journal! What I post here is not consistent, and it doesn't fall into any one category. I post about my thoughts, my dreams, lifestyle, and anything else I might feel like posting!

Monday, November 14, 2011

Burning through the sky

Yep, Queen. What could be better?
"I'm burning through the sky - 200 degrees, that's why they call me Mr Farenheit! I'm travelling at the speed of light; I wanna make a supersonic man outta you! Don't stop me now, I'm having such a good time, I'm having a ball!"
Anyway, today work was a whirlwind of anxiety and relaxation. Yes. I'm serious! The morning wasn't so bad until an emergency came in; a dog that had been attacked by something wild the night before. They came from Cortez Island, which only has five ferries per day, and the dog had been attacked after the last one had already left. So they called the A/H line and spoke to a Dr who advised them to keep pressure on the wounds to try and stop the bleeding. They caught the first ferry over in the morning and brought the dog in - with the whole family. We got them into an exam room and though both dr's were in surgery at the time, the technicians did their best to assess the dog's condition. Finally a Dr left surgery to assess the dog, and when the parents left the room they had smiles on their faces. They said it was looking optimistic, that they were going to put down a deposit and then come back to pick her up later. Just as the woman was going to put down the deposit, the Dr called them back into the room. Their two young daughters (one was about 12, and the younger one was probably 9 or 10) sat on the couch and waited. The youngest one had been crying since they came in. It was hard to carry on in a business/professional setting when two girls are sitting on the couch crying, I'm trying to help someone over the phone, and my coworker is helping someone over the phone. And then...the worst thing happened. All of a sudden I could hear grief-stricken wails and cries from the children and choruses of "she's dead! she's dead! but mom, she's DEAD!"
Listening to two hysterical children wail about their dead dog was tragic enough. The hardest part was trying to speak to their father, who was stricken by his daughters' reaction and clearly was trying to be composed for the sake of his family, but the look in his eyes was terrifying and painful. I had to take his payment, then explain that we'd put his dog in a burial box for them to pick up later, as per his request. Of course it was awkward to carry out his dog as well.
Anyway, we had a very quick day, since we managed to stay busy the whole time. It's nice when it works out that way.
Lyric:....I kind of already did that. ^_^
Quote: "Together forever, one day at a time." - WHOF
Picture: Yup.
Oh yeah. So that's my day. My long speil about a dog that died. -_- I'm interesting.

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