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I love that this doesn’t even explain what it is unless you’re an avid internet user. Like that graphic gives the answer to any internet user who didn’t recognize it at first. But try explaining it a step further to someone who’s never on the internet

We’re doing Postmodernism is Sociology, and the teacher was talking about ‘language games'— language that is so specialised that unless you’re part of a specific group it’s totally incomprehensible.

And, as an example, he gave us this monstrosity:

And, what’s even worse— I fucking UNDERSTOOD IT. I had to EXPLAIN this to my fucking sociology class.

This is why we should never have let the millenials become teachers.

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Vet students?

Quick survey if anyone’s still out there

What year are you in and what school are you at?

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calling all vet workers and the like!

I’d love to meet more people like myself who work in the veterinary field. Reblog and/or like if you work with animals and would love to share experiences, funny stories, knowledge, or if you need to vent about Veterinary medicine! Ideally I’d love to create an online “support group” so let me know if you want a friend!

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The academic life is being click-baited by article titles which are not at all related to the actual text of the article

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Unfortunately, the answer was not more sleep…

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Hyperkalaemia ECG changes in 15 seconds. 

High levels of potassium destabilise the cardiac membrane causing arrhythmia’s which lead to cardiac arrest. This can be a real life-saving opportunity if you can catch and treat it!

I made this as an experiment while learning a bit more about After Effects to animate my medical illustration. Hope it’s useful!

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This is the problem with youtube comments. I am completely horrified that someone decided it was okay to inject a non-sterile liquid under the skin for days at a time instead of, at the very least, using a bag of sterile saline?

Or even the bags of electrolytes and sugar you can get to inject cows at feed stores, that are at least sterile? But no, pedialyte. WTF.

And ‘needles for cows’? In a Shih Tzu? Urgh.

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An antique taxidermy specimen of a domestic cat [Felis domesticus] prepared as an anatomical display for veterinary and biology students. This specimen is owned by the Horniman Museum and Gardens.

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GDV 😬

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A porcupine’s Halloween present (+ original sound effects)

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Tumblr fam, can I get this off my chest?

Kitty here! Umm, I know this is a bit unorthodox, but… Y’all Tumblr bebes are super sweet about this sort of thing, so I’m posting something here and here only.

I just got a cat.

When New Cat is named and fully acclimated, she will def join the dogs, guinea pigs, and chickens as a Tumblr/Instagram regular.

But I have…mixed feelings.

My last cat died six months ago. We didn’t get another cat to replace her–c'est impossible, she was irreplaceable. Rather, we did it because we know two things:

1. A house that’s had a cat in it will always feel empty without a cat in it.

2. We have money and space and time and patience and love, and shelters are full of cats who don’t got none of those things.

Still, I’ve been thinking about my last cat Clementine a lot. And I think it would be healing to me to share a few photos of her.

This was Clementine. We adopted her when she was 14 years old. That’s old. If she were human, she would’ve been in her early seventies. Her previous owner had moved into a nursing home. She was lucky to land in one of the few no-kill shelters with enough resources to accept a cat of her age. Many don’t.

Clementine was terribly stressed out being in the shelter after so many years in one person’s home. Her fur started to fall out, and she refused to eat. She hid all the time and hissed if approached. No one applied for her.

We saw a lot of great cats at the shelter. For some reason, she was the one my partner and I both couldn’t stop thinking about. We talked about it, and decided we had the patience, emotional maturity, and financial stability needed to address the realities of adopting a shy geriatric cat. So we took her home, and released her under the bed.

“We might never see this cat,” I told my partner. “We might just know she’s here by periodic dips in the level of the food bowl.”

“I’d be okay with that,” he said.

“I would too.”

We didn’t see her for 36 hours.

Then, I heard a little sound while I was sitting in bed–not a meow, but a chirp. I looked down, and she sitting there, looking up at me. She chirped again. I patted the blanket. She sprang up beside me and started purring. Surprised, I took this blurry, crappy photo.

Within a week, she was climbing into our laps and kneading us with rapturous abandon. Sometimes she would start to drool out of pure joy.

Now, one complication was our dog. Clementine had never met a dog before, and I’d intended to introduce them very slowly and carefully. When she caught her first glimpse of our dog Brother, I was focused wholly on him, making sure he didn’t lunge or startle her. She darted past me, and ran to rub her face against him.

She was sleeping on top him by the end of the week.

To our complete surprise, Clementine was not scared of dogs.

Clementine loved dogs.

All dogs. Any dogs.

We foster dogs, and every new one that came home got the same treatment. She ran to them like an old lover, chirping her barely-audible chirps, paws warming up to give them a deep tissue massage the moment they sat down.

She put in an application to adopt Sunny, a red heeler mix who was our our 13th or 14th foster. We accepted her application and made him our second dog.

In the course of her four-year career, she cat-trained over a dozen dogs, making each of them infinitely more adoptable. Many went on to permanent homes with cats.

I was always hovering around her and the dogs, incredibly nervous that one might injure her. She’d been declawed by her first owner; she was defenseless. 

But she knew exactly how to handle each one. She sat calmly and accepted sloppy licks from overly-affectionate dogs. She hid from excitable, high-energy dogs until after their playtime. We had one that was so afraid of cats that she was borderline aggressive towards them, but Clementine was absolutely determined. That dog was sleeping peacefully next to her after a month of relentless displays of patient friendliness.

Clem was the Nurse Joy of the house. She always knew if someone was hurting, emotionally or physically.

In this photo, our older dog Brother was suddenly deathly sick. Underneath the blanket he’s swaddled in more blankets and many layers of towels, because he was uncontrollably oozing blood. When we brought him home from the emergency vet, Clementine immediately crouched on top of his head, purring and kneading so intensely that it felt like she was in some kind of trance. He recovered fully.

When a (human) friend of ours was recovering from a horrible trauma, Clementine parked herself on her chest and refused to budge.

“But… But… I don’t like cats…” our friend said, a last feeble protest before submitting to Clementine’s healing ministrations.

We had four glorious years with Clementine. She made it to 18–a great age for a cat. She died peacefully, without pain, and is buried on our property, underneath a her favorite catnip plant.

I don’t know what her life was like before we met, but I know she was happy in those four years. She showed it to us every single day.

I’m so glad we took a chance on a shy senior. There were a lot of risks and a lot of unknowns. We were so focused on accepting those that we weren’t prepared for what we got: the best outcome of all possible outcomes.

That’s all I wanted to say, really! Thanks for letting me get this off my chest.

New Cat is 14, the same age Clementine was when we adopted her. She’s in the early stages of renal disease, but we’re hoping she has a few good years left. I’m excited to get to know New Cat. I’m looking forward to posting pictures of her as she finds her place in our house.

I wrote an article soon after she died about why I think senior pets are totally worth it. You can read it here:

http://www.bitchesgetriches.com/twelve-reasons-senior-pets-are-an-awesome-investment/

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@clowderofcloudies said to @ask-drferox: What’s with the medicines that you can’t shake to mix? Why not? What happens if you do? I have a few at work (I take care of parrots) with that label (DO NOT SHAKE TO MIX) and they all drive me crazy because they settle so much. I was told I can stir them gently but the bottle says roll to mix (not that rolling really mixes it.) I haven’t found a way to phrase it so that Google can tell me either and I’m dying to know. (they’re all oral medications btw)

You gotta be patient with those meds, there’s a reason they’re labeled not to shake vigorously, and it may be one of two things.

For some, it’s simply a case of air bubbles entering the suspension when shaken, and they take ages to get out. For example thick, oily substances like Pro-Heart SR-12 are supposed to settle overnight to get rid of the air bubbles, which is long and inconvenient but not catastrophic. If you’re then dosing by volume, but 30-50% of the volume is now air bubbles, you’re going to be underdosing the patient. This might also be the case for heavily flavored medications, as are often compounded for parrots because they’re intelligent fussy buggers you don’t want to fight if you can avoid it.

More importantly are medications like insulin, which should only be mixed gently and not vigorously shaken.

Insulin is a delicate molecule. It consists of two protein chains, bonded together, like the image below.

These molecules are physically fragile and you can actually break and deactivate them by shaking the vial too hard. Then your insulin isn’t going to work, and that’s obviously very bad.

Insulin isn’t an oral medication, because it’s fragile structure once again is easily deactivated by stomach acid, so I’m not sure which medication you’re actually using, but I would suspect the principles are the same.

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leaf boy

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Stop fucking around: a personal guide to getting my shit together

Go to the gym. You’re feeling like shit because you’ve been in on your ass for a week

Drink water

You couldn’t get up this morning because you had chocolate for dinner and stayed up past midnight watching CSI. Do not

No, liquorice is not a breakfast food

You wouldn’t have had to search for your sports bra for an entire week if you put things in their place. At least start by putting them in the right fucking room

You’ve had enough coffee for today, eat something proper

Wash your dishes

Congrats on starting the laundry. Remember to fold it so you have clothes for tomorrow

Don’t get mad at the man with the leaf blower. The noise will stop soon

Drink!!!!!! water!!!!!!

Brush your teeth. No, gum won’t cut it and will only make you nauseous

Good, you made up your bed

The sun is out. Wash your face and get dressed and go outside

You are allowed to have bad days. You are not allowed to let those bad days influence your good ones

You are unstoppable, so what’s stopping you?

STOP WITH THE FUCKING EXCUSES. JUST DO IT

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love is stored in the axolotl

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my dog: *falls asleep*

me: 

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Speaking of staph, micro confirmed LRSA on a patient yesterday. It's exactly what you think it is, VRSA that's resistant to Linezolid. Pray for us.