Was That A Dare?
My friend Amanda has a dog named Laddie. She has 3 legs***. Not Amanda (that'd be weird). Laddie.She told me about a trip she and Laddie took to the vet a few weeks ago. Laddie had had a tooth removed and would be experiencing some discomfort over the next few days. Amanda was collecting her things and putting the leash on Laddie while the vet was writing out the prescription for some painkillers for the dog.
As he handed the doggie prescription to Amanda he looked over his glasses and overdramatically stated: "You should know that these are no stronger than extra strength ibuprofen or Advil or something along those lines." and then turned on his heal and left the room. "Okay" she got out, but then realized: did he just tell me that so that I wouldn't eat my dog's medicine? What the hell is he trying to imply? DO I LOOK LIKE SOMEONE THAT WOULD EAT DOG MEDICINE? Was that a DARE?
So much for rhetorical questions. Amanda went home, ate the doggie Advil, and waited for something anything maybe even something really fun and trippy and psychedelic to happen.
And it never did. The vet was right. Damn.
That time.
But then there was the OTHER time...
Laddie had just had a very serious operation. (Refer to "***") She had been given a morphine patch to wear for 5 days. The vet tech strongly advised Amanda to "wear rubber latex gloves when handling or removing the patch and whatever you do don't let the patch touch your skin directly" during Laddie's recovery. Yeah. Right.
At Day 6.0 And 0.0 Seconds, Amanda slapped that worn out doggie drug patch on her naked non-latex covered arm. Then, she waited for something anything maybe even something really fun and trippy and psychedelic to happen. And "it kinda did, just a little, but nothing to write home about".
I guess they teach you that in vet school. You know. How to spot them: The People That Would Eat Dog Medecine.
TPTWEDM: Speak out. You are not alone.
posted by gracegow @ 1:46 PM
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