Getting It Off My Chest
Apr. 15th, 2014 12:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladyspriteThings That Are Really Bothering The Heck Out Of Me Today: A List
1) People who decide to give their pets over-the-counter human medication without consulting a veterinarian first. I've had to deal with five toxicology cases so far this week, and it's not even past Tuesday noon yet. No, the internet does not count as a veterinarian. Neither does your cousin who's a groomer, or a human pharmacist. And no, lying about it doesn't suddenly make the drug non-toxic - telling me that you didn't give it after all doesn't magically erase the effects.
2) Authors and script-writers who feel the need to portray mental illness (especially in women) as wide-eyed savants who babble poetic non-sequitors and/or puzzles that hint at Deep Mysteries. I'm not *just* talking about Drusilla and River Tam, but it seems like it started there. And I'd like it to stop. I don't wander around twirling my hair and tilting my head while spewing crap like "The clocks all lost their faces and the kittens want to dance...." in a sing-song voice. Real mental illness isn't nearly that colorful or twee.
3) Bad news. Giving it; receiving it; I've had about a month's worth between when I woke up this morning and the end of my morning appointments. I don't want to tell anyone else that someone or something is dying and I don't want to be told that either.
4) The absence of chocolate at this hospital. Seriously, what clinic doesn't have a secret chocolate stash for days like this?
If I hide under my desk, will today go away?
1) People who decide to give their pets over-the-counter human medication without consulting a veterinarian first. I've had to deal with five toxicology cases so far this week, and it's not even past Tuesday noon yet. No, the internet does not count as a veterinarian. Neither does your cousin who's a groomer, or a human pharmacist. And no, lying about it doesn't suddenly make the drug non-toxic - telling me that you didn't give it after all doesn't magically erase the effects.
2) Authors and script-writers who feel the need to portray mental illness (especially in women) as wide-eyed savants who babble poetic non-sequitors and/or puzzles that hint at Deep Mysteries. I'm not *just* talking about Drusilla and River Tam, but it seems like it started there. And I'd like it to stop. I don't wander around twirling my hair and tilting my head while spewing crap like "The clocks all lost their faces and the kittens want to dance...." in a sing-song voice. Real mental illness isn't nearly that colorful or twee.
3) Bad news. Giving it; receiving it; I've had about a month's worth between when I woke up this morning and the end of my morning appointments. I don't want to tell anyone else that someone or something is dying and I don't want to be told that either.
4) The absence of chocolate at this hospital. Seriously, what clinic doesn't have a secret chocolate stash for days like this?
If I hide under my desk, will today go away?
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Date: 2014-04-15 04:27 pm (UTC)