the great escape
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yamamanama89 days until the vernal equinox
I spent the days before the hibernal solstice wishing it would be winter already so that winter would be over sooner.
When I said it would be quiet, I meant it. It's just me, Tyler, Jacob, and a new intern named Nicole.
We could fix the rabbit's eye more thoroughly and cause GI stasis and have to fix that too and possibly risk killing it. We decided to release it instead.
In theory, we could take some of Falco's blood but we don't have the equipment to do a blood transfusion and it takes a lot of transfusion and it's easier to just give them vitamin K and fluids. None of this matters because the bird escaped the flight cage some time after rounds. Tyler said it got past him and flew about 40 feet up to a tree branch so we'll consider it a self release" and then he laughed about it.
Nicole asked about blood types and the answer to that question is "maybe birds have blood types do but nobody's done any research on it" and it's probably less about difficulty and more about nobody can really be fucked to find out. We know mammals have blood types.
The goose fights like crazy which means he's getting energy from somewhere. Tyler says he's solar powered. It's probably because lead poisoning fucked up his gastrointestinal tract and everything he eats just comes back out the other end as shit. Nicole offered her stomach.
Jacob says that his phone battery seems to drain twice as fast as it should be.
Tyler says that we can't go one week without getting a swan. The swan was quite pissy and Tyler said he's more like a dragon than a swan. Speaking of dragons, I found Spyro chilling in the laundry room. I also learned from some guy who cut a dragonfruit with his sword that dragonfruit taste like kiwis and not boots. I have no idea just where he got the dragonfruit, although my impression of dried dragonfruit left me with little desire to seek out the things.
Just don't eat them dried. They're not rambutans, nor are they mangosteens, which you have to obtain fresh from secret cabals of fruit smugglers, but dried they're pretty damned awesome and I'm still angry at Trader Joe's for getting rid of them.
We also got a very dirty bedsheet as "compensation" in Jacob's words, or "one free towel with every swan" in Tyler's words.
This one was male, he says, as he has a black knob of flesh above his beak. His name was Lucy according to the ARL-Boston person who brought him in but now he's Lucas, or perhaps Lukács or Luca.
The seagull, which Tyler says are also a very common patient, had red wrap around his wings. I said "Christmas colors" and Jacob said there wasn't any green, but there was green; Tyler failed at it. He needed a longer strip. Nothing specific. I told him about the instructions on Amy's Tom Kha Phak, which are "Heat and serve. Please do not overcook." I made it the same way I made Thai Kitchen's tom kha or tom yum, which sadly I can no longer find or they no longer exist, which involved bringing it to a boil, and that worked well enough.
I think that hawks are common but he doesn't.
We were supposed to look at a growth in a chicken's mouth that might be a tumor or an infection but stuff kept coming up so I had to leave long before that. At least my question of whether or not we'd still get only good news on Monday's rounds with Jean on St. Kitts has been answered, although since some admits came, I don't know what said good news is, but I hope it's about ocelots.
A few days ago, I saw a truck with the Umbrella Corporation's logo and the motto Our Business Is Life Itself on it. I also encountered a woman with blue hair and a woman with a neck tattoo depicting some sort of vine. It totally reminded me of the British cover of Shrine of Stars (or Yama di Confluence, which is the Italian translation).
I wasn't in a situation where I'd be carrying around a sketchbook.
Also, there's some manufactured outrage regarding some complaints about a cut-rate banh mi at Oberlin. That sounds like something Christina would do. Our high school cafeteria served lo mein that she thought was spaghetti with gravy and vegetables, and she called it an insult to her culture. Note that she's Vietnamese, not Chinese and I remember this because one time someone called her the wrong racial slur and she corrected him. Then again, it was an insult to my heritage and I'm pretty sure my last ancestor from Asia died some 1300 years ago. She took a vow of silence in protest of the 2003 Iraq war and continued to do so in Vietnam time except when she talked in her sleep.
burning question: do people just not understand that school funding and education benefits everyone, not just people with kids?
I spent the days before the hibernal solstice wishing it would be winter already so that winter would be over sooner.
When I said it would be quiet, I meant it. It's just me, Tyler, Jacob, and a new intern named Nicole.
We could fix the rabbit's eye more thoroughly and cause GI stasis and have to fix that too and possibly risk killing it. We decided to release it instead.
In theory, we could take some of Falco's blood but we don't have the equipment to do a blood transfusion and it takes a lot of transfusion and it's easier to just give them vitamin K and fluids. None of this matters because the bird escaped the flight cage some time after rounds. Tyler said it got past him and flew about 40 feet up to a tree branch so we'll consider it a self release" and then he laughed about it.
Nicole asked about blood types and the answer to that question is "maybe birds have blood types do but nobody's done any research on it" and it's probably less about difficulty and more about nobody can really be fucked to find out. We know mammals have blood types.
The goose fights like crazy which means he's getting energy from somewhere. Tyler says he's solar powered. It's probably because lead poisoning fucked up his gastrointestinal tract and everything he eats just comes back out the other end as shit. Nicole offered her stomach.
Jacob says that his phone battery seems to drain twice as fast as it should be.
Tyler says that we can't go one week without getting a swan. The swan was quite pissy and Tyler said he's more like a dragon than a swan. Speaking of dragons, I found Spyro chilling in the laundry room. I also learned from some guy who cut a dragonfruit with his sword that dragonfruit taste like kiwis and not boots. I have no idea just where he got the dragonfruit, although my impression of dried dragonfruit left me with little desire to seek out the things.
Just don't eat them dried. They're not rambutans, nor are they mangosteens, which you have to obtain fresh from secret cabals of fruit smugglers, but dried they're pretty damned awesome and I'm still angry at Trader Joe's for getting rid of them.
We also got a very dirty bedsheet as "compensation" in Jacob's words, or "one free towel with every swan" in Tyler's words.
This one was male, he says, as he has a black knob of flesh above his beak. His name was Lucy according to the ARL-Boston person who brought him in but now he's Lucas, or perhaps Lukács or Luca.
The seagull, which Tyler says are also a very common patient, had red wrap around his wings. I said "Christmas colors" and Jacob said there wasn't any green, but there was green; Tyler failed at it. He needed a longer strip. Nothing specific. I told him about the instructions on Amy's Tom Kha Phak, which are "Heat and serve. Please do not overcook." I made it the same way I made Thai Kitchen's tom kha or tom yum, which sadly I can no longer find or they no longer exist, which involved bringing it to a boil, and that worked well enough.
I think that hawks are common but he doesn't.
We were supposed to look at a growth in a chicken's mouth that might be a tumor or an infection but stuff kept coming up so I had to leave long before that. At least my question of whether or not we'd still get only good news on Monday's rounds with Jean on St. Kitts has been answered, although since some admits came, I don't know what said good news is, but I hope it's about ocelots.
A few days ago, I saw a truck with the Umbrella Corporation's logo and the motto Our Business Is Life Itself on it. I also encountered a woman with blue hair and a woman with a neck tattoo depicting some sort of vine. It totally reminded me of the British cover of Shrine of Stars (or Yama di Confluence, which is the Italian translation).
I wasn't in a situation where I'd be carrying around a sketchbook.
Also, there's some manufactured outrage regarding some complaints about a cut-rate banh mi at Oberlin. That sounds like something Christina would do. Our high school cafeteria served lo mein that she thought was spaghetti with gravy and vegetables, and she called it an insult to her culture. Note that she's Vietnamese, not Chinese and I remember this because one time someone called her the wrong racial slur and she corrected him. Then again, it was an insult to my heritage and I'm pretty sure my last ancestor from Asia died some 1300 years ago. She took a vow of silence in protest of the 2003 Iraq war and continued to do so in Vietnam time except when she talked in her sleep.
burning question: do people just not understand that school funding and education benefits everyone, not just people with kids?
