A Dachshund-Chihuahua mix (Chiweenie) that had ingested rodenticide. A Schnauzer with severe acute pancreatitis. A cygnet (baby swan) that was unable to walk. An Amazon parrot that was unable to perch on its right foot and was not eating. The Tufts emergency room on any given Sunday is a busy place. You can never know what to expect. The aforementioned patients were just a subset of cases seen on what is by far the busiest day in the ER.
From the minute I take my helmet off, throw my backpack in the break room, and enter the clinic to the time I finish measuring the last blood pressure and helping a friend place a catheter in a patient, the room is constantly abuzz. There never is a dull moment, and as soon as there is one, the peace is broken with the next wave of patients in need of triage.
I cannot say that I was the biggest fan of the emergency and critical care rotation when I first started. There were just far too many variables with which to deal, and I came in not realizing the pace at which life moves in that wing of the small animal hospital. But now, after about three weeks of it, I have come to appreciate its inner workings and adapted to the rapidity. I still by no means am good at it, but I’m getting there. And I am especially thankful for my classmates, interns, and residents who have helped me throughout the experience.