Internal Thoughts

Posted byJustin JorniganPosted inUncategorized

What’s going through the vet’s mind? A personal collection.

  • Yikes.
  • Why?
  • At what point did you become concerned enough to call the vet?
  • Maggots.
  • Oh, in labor for 2 days.
  • Where is that blood coming from?
  • Yes, I could smell his breath from inside my truck.
  • Dumpster fire.
  • Left fore. No, right hind. Uhhh, let’s trot him again.
  • Gnarly.
  • Nailed it.
  • Shit.
  • Come on.
  • This has to be the sweetest lady on earth.
  • WHAT is that?
  • Why am I here?
  • Oh, that’s not what the goat lady discussion board suggested?
  • Right.
  • Nope.
  • How will she react when she finds out she’s wrong?
  • Oh no.
  • Crap.
  • Wheew, not a tumor.
  • No!
  • Please have a budget to refer.
  • You’re not going to like this.
  • Please be pregnant.
  • Please don’t be pregnant.
  • This is going to suck.
  • Murmur.
  • You’re killing me.
  • God bless your spouse.
  • Wrong.
  • The breeder is wrong.
  • Where is your freaking right ovary?
  • Got it.
  • Tumor
  • That ain’t right.
  • Please have a vein.
  • Jackpot.
  • I just said that.
  • You’ve got to be kidding.
  • I could kill a milkshake.
  • That’s ripe.
  • Diabetes.
  • Needs groceries.
  • I’m sorry sweet girl/boy.
  • You need to live kiddo.

Published by Justin Jornigan

1987 model, gently used, a little rusty. Husband to Megan. I have the best dog in the world – a mutt named Tucker (Tuck, or Tucker J). We have a farm with 3 horses, 2 barn cats, and 2 house cats. I was born in the most beautiful place on earth – the mountains of Western North Carolina – and have returned here. First generation college graduate. I’m an introvert with a very extroverted job. Large animal veterinarian. I enjoy playing piano, quite walks along the creek, craft beer, life-giving conversation, scuba diving, riding horses, and mowing. I like to write, but don’t get to do it enough. I enjoy non-fiction, biographies, and progessive Christian thought. I hate the texture of most soft things – think dryer lint and cotton balls and ridiculous fleecy blankets. I love the smell of silage, horses, a leather shop, and the hardware store. I live for moments of unexpectedly laughing to tears and crampy cheeks, and to feel and smell the cold air right before it snows.

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