When asked in Elementary school, "What do you want to be when you grow up?", most kids reply by shouting "FIRE-FIGHTER!" or "DOCTOR!" or on those odd chances...."PLUMBER!". But it's not to often these days to hear a kid shout "FARMER!". Well I guess shoveling manure and waking up at the butt crack of dawn to do it, is not the career of choice for an eight year old who finds entertainment in anything that's shiny. But eh, what can ya do. For me, that's all I wanted to be when I was growing up; a farm with all the pretty ponies in the world! And I still want that today...except with much bigger dreams; a 200 acre ranch with rolling hills and a pasture full of the finest Quarter Horses in the country, and my multi-million dollar pole barn holds an International Harvester Combine....and then I realized that selling freezer beef and poultry from our small farm will barely make a down payment on that combine. So my young, adolescent mind when off to dreaming again. When asked the inevitable question again in Middle School, I was still unsure of how my future would play out. So back to thinking I went....fortunately my mind stumbled and fell upon Veterinarian. WHA-LAH! What better way to stay involved with my furry friends and pay for that big toy they call a combine, then become a vet!? And that's when a disease began.
Today I had the opportunity to "shadow" a veterinarian and watch some of his surgeries. When I walked through the doors, I was confident and excited, ready to see what my future entailed. Long story short, it didn't take more than an hour for me to get wheezy and get sick. Yep, that's right, the girl who picks up a frozen horse turd in the winter and has a "frozen-poo-fight" with her buddies, couldn't handle a simple ovarian hysterectomy (spaying a cat). But determined, I fought through my sick stomach and finished watching the surgery. When the Doctor finished he asked me if I was OK. Of course I replied with "Just Great!"...he said "Great! We have 9 more surgeries just like this!". After 10 ovarian hysterectomies and 5 De-claws, we finished the day with sterilizing operating tables and laughing off our tiredness.
I sat back and looked around and I saw an office of people who love what they do, and do what they love. I learned a lot today....and I mean A LOT....but I think the biggest lesson I learned is that you can't go through life doing something that you don't enjoy and dread having to go to the next morning. I'm more than thankful for all that God has blessed me with, but I pray to big guns upstairs that he blesses me with the job of my dreams....
(Top) Holding a pup after taking his temperature and updating everything. (Above) Performing a De-Claw on a Cat.
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