Moldy Ovaries
"Excuse me," I said as my mouth dropped open in shock. Wait, wait...let's back up just a minute. This story deserves to be started from the beginning, in detail. I was working, minding my own business except for the fact that I was bringing a dog in for an abdominal radiograph (xray) and needed someone to help hold the dog while I measured, labeled the radiograph, and got the perfect shot. We were almost ready to push the button that would provide me with a mind-blowingly accurate and beautiful picture of a dog's stomach, intestines, bladder, liver, prostate and spleen, until I realized I had forgotten something and yelled out to halt the process. Making sure someone was holding the dog I ran around the x-ray table to grab a lead apron to protect myself from the radiographic scatter that flies around when the x-rays hit whatever we are taking a picture of. I threw on the apron, tied the ties...and that's when my mouth dropped open in shock.
The lady that cleans our kennels and helps out with Coggins papers, dog dips and the like was acting as my small animal technician. My need to suddenly stop the process of radiographing the dog has caused her to get antsy (I mean, didn't I know she had other important "stuff" to be doing...) and as I was tying on the lead she exclaimed loudly, "Why do you even wear lead anyway? I mean it's not like at this point they aren't moldy anyway." Flashback to sentence numero uno....my mouth dropped open in shock. "Seriously?" I said. "I'm not that old...just because I'm starting up the hill of my 30's and haven't had the experience of having children yet doesn't mean they are "moldy!" And what does a moldy ovary look like anyway?
So, aside from being known, not so much as "Doc" as other things like "that lady doctor", "her", or "she" I am now the "moldy ovary lady." Great.
As an aside, I tend to think about that a LOT more now that it was publically mentioned. Adding to the incessant ticking of my increasingly evident biological clock is my mother who loves the fact that she can interject sentences in Kyle's presence about how she is going to have to "steal" someone else's grandchildren because she will NEVER (sighing with great drama) have any of her own. For the record people, someday I will have children. I hope my ovaries will not be too moldy by that time because I would really love to have a little boy that plays t-ball in his cowboy boots and helps his mom pull calves when I'm working.
On a brighter note, an equine client was stunned to find out that I was a veterinarian at the clinic. It had nothing to do with the fact that I was female. He had seen me outside last Monday walking a choke horse around (the horse was acting colicky) and wondered why I was working on a horse so early in the morning. He figured out who I was and approached me -- asking me to pull a Coggins on his racehorse. He admitted that he didn't think I could be a veterinarian because I looked so young. I smiled and jokingly asked, "How old do you think I am?" Guess what he said...just guess. 19!!!! I would have hugged him except for the fact that I almost choked from laughing so hard. I asked him to try again and he said, "24." I can live with that...haha.
The lady that cleans our kennels and helps out with Coggins papers, dog dips and the like was acting as my small animal technician. My need to suddenly stop the process of radiographing the dog has caused her to get antsy (I mean, didn't I know she had other important "stuff" to be doing...) and as I was tying on the lead she exclaimed loudly, "Why do you even wear lead anyway? I mean it's not like at this point they aren't moldy anyway." Flashback to sentence numero uno....my mouth dropped open in shock. "Seriously?" I said. "I'm not that old...just because I'm starting up the hill of my 30's and haven't had the experience of having children yet doesn't mean they are "moldy!" And what does a moldy ovary look like anyway?
So, aside from being known, not so much as "Doc" as other things like "that lady doctor", "her", or "she" I am now the "moldy ovary lady." Great.
As an aside, I tend to think about that a LOT more now that it was publically mentioned. Adding to the incessant ticking of my increasingly evident biological clock is my mother who loves the fact that she can interject sentences in Kyle's presence about how she is going to have to "steal" someone else's grandchildren because she will NEVER (sighing with great drama) have any of her own. For the record people, someday I will have children. I hope my ovaries will not be too moldy by that time because I would really love to have a little boy that plays t-ball in his cowboy boots and helps his mom pull calves when I'm working.
On a brighter note, an equine client was stunned to find out that I was a veterinarian at the clinic. It had nothing to do with the fact that I was female. He had seen me outside last Monday walking a choke horse around (the horse was acting colicky) and wondered why I was working on a horse so early in the morning. He figured out who I was and approached me -- asking me to pull a Coggins on his racehorse. He admitted that he didn't think I could be a veterinarian because I looked so young. I smiled and jokingly asked, "How old do you think I am?" Guess what he said...just guess. 19!!!! I would have hugged him except for the fact that I almost choked from laughing so hard. I asked him to try again and he said, "24." I can live with that...haha.
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