Daily affirmations of a word mercenary
Whisker Kisses, one of our two pet rats, has come down with an upper respiratory infection known as mycopasmosis. It’s incurable but can be treated with antibiotics.
So the rats and I took a little trip to a new vet yesterday. As the vet listened to Whisker Kisses’ little congested lungs (sad!), I noticed that she kept speaking in first person plural, ie “Our breathing rate is fast, isn’t it?” When she brought me the RX for the antibiotics, she kept saying things like, “Our wheezing may not improve, but it’s our weight that matters. In a couple weeks our weight should go up a bit, and our energy level should return to normal within a couple days.” It was confounding. Was she being twee?
My theory is that no, actually she was empathizing so much with my little rodent that she was viewing herself and him as a team. Our lungs, our weight gain, our wheezing. I decided that was the mark of a good vet.
Hey there. I'm Ariel Meadow Stallings, a native Seattleite who's written my way up and down the Left Coast. Electrolicious is where I post daily randomata, but I also write for a living. My first book, Offbeat Bride, was published last year.
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JenInSeattle
January 26th, 2007 at 12:17 am
I totally agree with your theory! I’m so glad that you found someone so empathetic.
So now I have to ask, who is this vet? I *like* my vet, but I don’t *love* my vet. And my dog–without getting into the long, ugly tale–is sick and needs a good vet right now. We’ve been through three vets in the last year, but I still haven’t found the one who can help me take care of my girl. Anyway, if you have a recommendation, then I would totally appreciate it.
lily
January 26th, 2007 at 10:01 am
is the little one going to be ok?? or rather, are we going to be ok?
Ariel
January 26th, 2007 at 10:36 am
Lily, it’s sort of depressing: realistically, this is the long-slow decline of a middle aged rat’s life…they’ll both be dead within a year, not because of the mycoplasmosis specifically, but just because that’s their lifespan.
So, while Whisker Kisses’ infection may go away, his lungs are sort of permanently shot, and realistically it’s just a matter of time.
This is why I told myself NEVER AGAIN with rats after our last rats died. But when Leandra offered them to me, I couldn’t say no!
Shannon
January 26th, 2007 at 8:58 pm
totally unrelated:
Lucky you.
since i am not a flickr person i could not comment on the photostream, but i just wanted to let you know that i think that picture of Dre with the guitar is so hot!
Stephanie
January 26th, 2007 at 10:27 pm
I just saw you in the background on TLC’s What Not To Wear!
Cute scarf.
Stephanie
January 26th, 2007 at 10:34 pm
I posted that comment before I read the latest post. Sorry about your rats.
kimberlee
January 27th, 2007 at 10:42 am
unfortunately, with a TON of research when it was too late (damn jerks telling me nothing could be done) i found the best vet ever for ratties in ballard. i had to have my ratty, isabella, put to sleep years ago due to a tumor the size of a golf ball (apparently very common in rats). had i found this vet sooner, they would have been willing to operate, no one else would, and they were the only ones i could find that i felt used a sufficiently humane method of euthanization and would allow me to be in the room during the procedure. she was 2.5 yrs old, apparently this is very geriatric for a rat. my heart goes out to you immensely. years later, a roomie moved into my old room and when he moved a dresser aside, called me into the room befuddled about finding a pile of tampons still in their wrappers, a pizza crust, some shiny bits of things, and a partly eaten chocolate chip cookie, and i immediately bursted into tears. he was very confused. *hug*