That is all I can say after the phone call today. WOW.
My hoarding mother is apparently on a mission to alienate everyone that has shown her a bit of compassion. If not through her off-the-charts and 'scorched earth' reactions, then to her inability to maintain the most mundane of boundaries.
A neighbor a few streets over has a dog that tore his ACL a couple of months ago, and has not responded well to surgery and is now up for a consult for laser surgery. The poor thing has been in a cast for almost 2 months.
So what does my mother do? She calls the emergency vet clinic and 'blue skies' the scenario with whomever answered the phone. Her takeaways from that call were:
- There is only one vet in that town qualified to do that surgery, and it is not the one used.
- The other options are university hospitals with veterinary programs about 2 to 2 1/2 hours from where both these folks live.
I am sure there was more, but I was just gobsmacked. Then it gets better.
My mother calls this woman and imparts her newly found knowledge to her.
I ended the call before she could tell me the reaction, but I know what many folks' reactions would have been, and they would not have taken kindly to such presumption and intrusion. The arrogance of such an act boggles my mind.
I suspect she talked to a reception professional or a veterinary technician, and I am sure they were THRILLED with that phone call.
I say it again. Wow.
Have a great evening, and thanks to all that read this!
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