June 12th 2006

Monday. Have you ever had one of those Monday mornings when you get to work and the most stressful thing that is going to happen to you all month long is sitting on your desk like a big doo-doo explosive?

Today was such a one. One of my unsuspecting clients had just experienced the wrath of the local ER, or, as I like to put it, the desire of the local ER vet to take her kids to Disney World.

This client (whose file was on my desk with a report from the ER) had been divorced from her money deftly. And so effectively that I had to stop and marvel at the sums capable of changing hands over so insignificant a medical scenario. I think I’ll need lessons! A few of these and I’ll be getting my eight-year-old through college without a financial planner!

I know it seems like bad form to complain about a colleague. And it seems that in veterinary medicine this is especially true. However when it comes to my own clients, their families, and their pets` welfare, I take things very personally.

Now….so how to wage war and make sure this particular poop-bomb doesn’t explode in my lap….hmmmm…