Monday, February 28, 2011

V is for very bad vulture.

This morning, as we were trying to give the vulture fluids, it bit me.  On my face.  True Story. I know technically it was my fault that he could reach my face, but that doesn’t make it any more pleasant.  I now have a nice, albeit shallow, vulture beak scratch on my right cheek.  I didn’t really know what to do.  So, I went to the Student Health Care Center, just to make sure everything was alright.
The health care center was rather baffled about why I was handling a vulture until I explained that I was a vet student.  They didn't seem to have any idea what to do about the bite.  The nurse practitioner however, did notice that I was sick, and sent me home with antibiotics for the cold that I have instead. They seemed very unconcerned about the bite…
… until I got a frantic voicemail from a nurse trying to get me to come back immediately…  oh Student Health Care Center.

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