How to spend your energy?

Today is another day with an irritating client. This time a “guai lou”. Great.

To start things off, she looked down on me. I don’t mind if she can’t carry a smile on her face or she can’t speak kind English. What tugged my nerve was, she thought I didn’t understand English! Great. She thought she speaks good Malay anyway, so she automatically switched her language mode to Bahasa Melayu baku – lambat. It was so slow, it irritated me the 2nd time. I told her, “You can speak to me in English, I understand English. I just couldn’t catch your accent.”

“Very well,” (she thought). So she proceeded with her wonderful English, and I couldn’t pick up certain words. Instead of kindly repeat the word for me, she went slapping her forehead – implicating to me, “Why do you say you understand English when you don’t?!” And stamped her feet a little, and I could read from her body language, “Waste my time speaking to you in a language which you don’t understand.” Automatically she switched back to her Bahasa-Melayu-baku-yang-lambat. Fine. And I was, "Great, where did you learn that manners from?"

She’s irritated. So was I. The difference was, she’s “legally” allowed to show it, but I can’t. What to do? I just flashed my charming stunning smile at her. Kekeke… Let’s play princess charming.

Getting irrited with such ppl does spoil the day, but not entirely. Later a puppy was rushed in – suffocated in a plastic bag! Oh my… we tried resuscitating the poor pup, but to no avail. Guess it was too long suffocated before found. Sad.

Now when I think back of my today, hmm.. might as well spend my energy doing something beneficial, or feeling sorry for the pup, rather than thinking back of the irritants.

So folks, something to learn today. To cat/dog/baby owners, NEVER never NEVER feed your loved ones from a plastic bag. When you leave them with it, they may just accidentally wrap their head inside the plastic, get panic, struggle, and get suffocated in it. How unfortunate. Pour the things out into a proper bowl, and THROW AWAY the plastic bag to some place where they have no access.

So let’s BEWARE… and TAKE PRECAUTIONS. Better safe than sorry.

Frust!

This type of owneR! They're really irritating, frustratin! haar!!!!

1st. They ask every single thing you do. For example, i charge hospitalization rate for RM xx. ok, so they ask all sorts of questions - what do you do during hospitalization of the cat? how many times you take body temperature? What type of medication doyou give? what for? How often? What type of injection do you give? How many ml of fluid do you give my cat every hour? What's in the fluid? what time will the fluid finish?

"HELLO!!!!!!" ahem.. that's my heart screaming at my cool brain.

then they'll add, "if hospitalize my cat here guarantee heal one. If not heal how?" I told them no guarantee.. "then why hospitalize my cat?"

"HELLO!!!!!" Can u pls speak some common sense? if hospitalization guarantees healing, NO HUMAN will ever die in a hospital!

then they added, "ok, this drug.. how much you charge? this injection, why necessary? how much you charge? if inject twice then how much?" I gave them an approximate round figure which includes everything, but he wanted to break down into every single item.

"HELLO!!!!" Do you know that if i break down everything for you you're gonna pay thru your nose??? A round up figure is a discounted price! I wished I could glare at them right at the eyes.

then they added, "you know, if i go to this vet, he'll just do ABC, no ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUV bla bla bla.." Coolly i tried my best to reply, "I don't know what tat vet gave, did he got better?" "Yah! within days!" "good, did the cat had the same symptoms as he had now?" "No..."

"SOOOOOOO????!!!!" anyway, if tat vet's so good, why come here?

ARRRGGGGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! geram, geram , geram geram!!!!!!!!!

and now ended up with this high level of stress within me.. what if the cat didn't get better? What will they come up with? to make things worse, it's not easy to give the cat medication. Haih.... stress...

God.. grant me peace & wisdom please... Amen.

I am Bobo

Hi, my name is Bobo. I may look like any "wong-choy" or "ah-wong" on the street, but you know wat? Altho i'm a mongrel physically, i'm a princess in my owner's heart. She loves me, and proved to the world so.

Shortly after I was born 4 years ago, I was diagnosed with jaundice and I got all the yellow discolouration of my teeth, eyes and so forth. My lovely owner had brought me to the vet A, and they treated me ok, and apparently i felt better. A year later, I lost appetite and became indifferent with my surrounding. Again, my owner had brought me to vet A, and this time he says tat i got infection in my uterus, pyometra he says. And he removed my uterus.

When i'm 3+ years old, suddenly I lost appetite again. And this time I felt really bad. Poor darling owner brought me to vet A, and he dripped me day once, night once. He says my kidneys are failing. The quick drip suffocated me, but after a day or two i felt better, but the same signs reappear soon. After a few tries, vet A gave up and told my sweet owner tat i've to sleep forever!

I remembered the tears in my owners eyes, I did not cry for I did not have the energy to do so. My owner didn't give up. She brought me to another vet, vet B. The vets here were very kind to me, and I was quite nasty for removing the catheter and drips that they gave me. Somehow after a week or so staying in hospital B, I really got better! I started eating.. and soon I can go home, on a special kidney diet. It's very costly, but my owner loved me too much to consider tat. I lived happily with the loving care of the vet B and my owner ever since.

But that was 6 months ago. 2 weeks ago I started to get really tired. My mouth really get stinko. It stinks! I wish i've some mint to wash away tat smell, but i just comes back. My stomach starts to sore. I lost appetite, and wish to just lay sleeping all the time. My owner got worried, and got me to vet B again. Nomatter how intensive and expensive they got with me, I couldn't respond. Heavy heartedly, my owner began to consider laying me down to sleep forever to ease my pain. I began vomiting every few hours. Diarrhea. I was getting more and more fatigue.

Yesterday morning I overheard my owner speaking to vet B - to put me to rest tomorrow. And today will be the last day they drip me. I was sad, heart-broken. I had not wanted to leave my owner and vet B. But I wished to stop my pain also. I just couldn't stand the endless sore in my stomach and body. And I had started vomiting blood. At the end of the day, after dripping, I did feel better but the sore in my stomach remains.

This morning will be the day. I knew it. I saw my owner's husband mistreating my owner, and I ran after him barked at him real harsh. My owner was startled. "Where did I get the energy from?" I wished I could tell her, "It's my honour to finish the last bit of my energy to protect you." Soon, I felt really tired... sleepy. I heard my owner calling me, "Bobo! Bobo!" And she sobbed real loud. But I couldn't open my eyes. I couldn't move a limb. I knew that i was leaving, but I thank God for giving me such a lovely owner and caring vet B during my lifetime. I had loved living the past 6 months of my life. Then I slept. I never woke up since.