My new dog, Belly, got spayed yesterday. The veterinarian's assistant showed up at my house to perform the minor surgery around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, but only after I called to remind him of the appointment. You see, I wouldn't have minded if he missed the appointment except for the fact that I had to starve Belly for 24 hours before the procedure. Not fun! So when the man was supposed to show up at 12:30 and hadn't by 1:15 I gave him a little call. When he showed at 2:00 he cleared everything off of the table and laid down one of those blue sterile cloths over it. Then he turned to Belly and gave her two shots, one in each shoulder. As I watched her stumble around the house til she crashed on the floor and could no longer lift her head, I was on the verge of tears. Then the man picked Belly up by grabbing the skin of her neck and back, lifting her to the table for surgery. As Belly lay on her back he took a long string of gauze, tying it first to the left paw, then passing it under the table to tie to the right paw, holding her down. The assistant's assistant help prep Belly for the procedure. The man took out her uterus, then stitched her up. During the operation a tool fell on the floor, no worries though, just pick it up and continue working. And what do you do when you need something out of your med bag? Well, I can tell you for sure that you don't ask the assistant to get what it is you need. You just take your gloved hands and reach in to get it yourself. I mean there aren't any scrubs or washing of the hands before or after operating. The entire ordeal took around two hours.
I am happy to say that Belly is doing fine and hopefully will recover fast. In fourteen days the man is going to come back and remove her stitches.
This little visit from the assistant veterinarian was definitely an interesting one. There really is no way to describe it and I hope I don't have to experience anything like it again.
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