I've always wondered what they do with the male parts after fixing a dog. Is there a bucket of balls just sitting around somewhere that has to be emptied every few days?
No, we toss testicles, uteruses, and other body parts into the regular garbage-unless tumors were scheduled to be sent out for a biopsy of course. I always wondered about homeless people going through the dumpsters looking for food because we were in a strip mall with a sandwich shop and teriyaki place.
Mmmmm,teriyaki uterus with soba noodles or. General tsao testicles with fried rice.A cornicopia of deliciousness.lol Thx RKC,I was going to swing into PF Changs tonight for din din but I'm rethinking now and maybe going for Italian instead.
Have you ever watched the show Chopped? Okay, not dog balls, but balls of many other animals are in those baskets. Rocky Mountain Oysters, anyone?
that reminds me of the Dirty Jobs episode where Mike was helping a farmer casterate baby lambs...or were they goats?
Anywho...the farmer bit them off with his teeth, put them in a bucket, and then the wife breadded and fried them for dinner.
The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.
I hope malroth feels better about his bad day at work...
The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.
So since we're on this subject.... HAVE to tell you guys this story... My younger sister got a Springer Spaniel for her sixth birthday. She was liver and white, super smart, but very stubborn, and veryuch so OCD. ( looking back now I know that her OCD issues were derived from not NEARLY enough mental stimulation). So, she had this weird licking fetish. She would lick your arms, your legs, and if you tried to push her away, she'd growl. She never but anyone, but she'd growl until you stopped pushing her. If you yelled at her or clapped your hands really loud, she'd stop.. But, only as long as it took for you to begin to feel comfortable, and then she'd begin licking you again. ( this, by the way is the same dog that we saw humping the town mayor's plastic Nativity scene donkey on the way home from church one night). Chips was a great dog if not a weird and funny dog. The 'licking' finally stopped when we moved up to the high country, and moved my horse on property. Now Chips had a job, and she was happy. So fast forward from there, to two years later. By then I had seven if my own horses, and three horses boarding. Well, I HAD SIX, but one mate was pregnant and we didn't know that til I went out to feed one morning, and Shivonne, ( yes we bought her from a black Lady)was nursing the most beautiful blood bay colt!! However we were never expecting a baby!! So we love the little guy, and suddenly the vet tells us, I can't have anything to do with that colt after one year, due to the dangers that are prominent with stallions, and at a year, they start getting attitudes, it progresses worse and worse from there, so training HAS to start from day one. I didn't have the money to apply for the classes or license yet, so we decided we'd 'Geld' him at two years. So the two years go by, we call the vet, he shows up, does his thing, and puts the testes into a ziplock bag. Chips steals said bag, and runs off into the woods. We think nothing of it. That night we go to bed, and in the middle of the night, my sister and I hear Chips licking and chewing on something. I get up turn on the lights, and there she is, on Julia's bed, licking and gnawing on the horse balls!! It was sooooo gross! So I try to take it away, and the dog goes ballistic! ( she'd NEVER been aggressive before, so it shocked me). I yell for my dad, HE TRIES to take them away, and the dog and my dad proceed to have a tug of war over horse balls.. It wasn't really funny then.. But it's freaking hilarious now. We finally just stuck her and her horse balls outside. It took her two days to eat them.. And three washing a before Julia would put those sheets and blankets back on her bed! Uck!! Dogs eat the nastiest shit!!
This thread has become very disturbing.... and entertaining. I can't stop reading. Maybe I'm disturbed.
I'm glad you're laughing...I learned to laugh after working with animals for so long. The gross stuff I'd just hilarious to me now. Well except for the exploding cadaver bags.
The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.
This thread has become very disturbing.... and entertaining. I can't stop reading. Maybe I'm disturbed.
I'm glad you're laughing...I learned to laugh after working with animals for so long. The gross stuff I'd just hilarious to me now. Well except for the exploding cadaver bags.
I had to volunteer at shelter back in my teen years. One day came across the conveyor belt full of dead animals leading into the incinerator. Those images still haunt me. Nothing funny about that. Those of you that work with animals have my utmost respect.
There is a local bar whose specialty is Rocky Mountain Oysters and has been in business since 1959. All you can eat Friday, Saturday and Sundays. They serve beef and buffalo "oysters". They have a traveling food cart called The Nut Hut that works at local events, like fairs and festivals. I have yet to venture in.
And the sun it may be shining . . . but there's an ocean in my eyes
My worst day at work was probably when I was in my early 20s, working as a nursing assistant on a neuro floor while I was in college. I was working evenings which meant we had less staff, usually two nurses and two assistants divided the hall. We had a gentleman who was a late afternoon admission, and the hospital was in an end of town where often times homeless were brought in. The man was placed in Bed 2, farthest from the door of the room. He had put his call light on and I went to see what he needed. The second my foot crossed the threshold of the door to the room, the man exploded with projectile vomiting that hit me about two inches below my shoulders and went all the way to my feet. Reek doesn't begin to describe the smell. I have never seen anything like it before or since. The nurses sent me to get cleaned up and get scrubs from the surgical center. Even after washing and changing clothes, I still smelled so bad they sent me home.
And the sun it may be shining . . . but there's an ocean in my eyes
My worst day at work was probably when I was in my early 20s, working as a nursing assistant on a neuro floor while I was in college. I was working evenings which meant we had less staff, usually two nurses and two assistants divided the hall. We had a gentleman who was a late afternoon admission, and the hospital was in an end of town where often times homeless were brought in. The man was placed in Bed 2, farthest from the door of the room. He had put his call light on and I went to see what he needed. The second my foot crossed the threshold of the door to the room, the man exploded with projectile vomiting that hit me about two inches below my shoulders and went all the way to my feet. Reek doesn't begin to describe the smell. I have never seen anything like it before or since. The nurses sent me to get cleaned up and get scrubs from the surgical center. Even after washing and changing clothes, I still smelled so bad they sent me home.
Just as good as the poop and nut stories, or uhh, just as nasty I mean.
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The worst of times..they don't phase me, even if I look and act really crazy.
Jackson Pollock used to number his work. This is (1938's) Number 2....
LMMFAO !!! If you added a little more brown, and a lot more greens, against a baby blue curtains.. This was pretty much what the shit bomb came out like.. All over the walls too!
My worst day at work was probably when I was in my early 20s, working as a nursing assistant on a neuro floor while I was in college. I was working evenings which meant we had less staff, usually two nurses and two assistants divided the hall. We had a gentleman who was a late afternoon admission, and the hospital was in an end of town where often times homeless were brought in. The man was placed in Bed 2, farthest from the door of the room. He had put his call light on and I went to see what he needed. The second my foot crossed the threshold of the door to the room, the man exploded with projectile vomiting that hit me about two inches below my shoulders and went all the way to my feet. Reek doesn't begin to describe the smell. I have never seen anything like it before or since. The nurses sent me to get cleaned up and get scrubs from the surgical center. Even after washing and changing clothes, I still smelled so bad they sent me home.
My worst day at work was probably when I was in my early 20s, working as a nursing assistant on a neuro floor while I was in college. I was working evenings which meant we had less staff, usually two nurses and two assistants divided the hall. We had a gentleman who was a late afternoon admission, and the hospital was in an end of town where often times homeless were brought in. The man was placed in Bed 2, farthest from the door of the room. He had put his call light on and I went to see what he needed. The second my foot crossed the threshold of the door to the room, the man exploded with projectile vomiting that hit me about two inches below my shoulders and went all the way to my feet. Reek doesn't begin to describe the smell. I have never seen anything like it before or since. The nurses sent me to get cleaned up and get scrubs from the surgical center. Even after washing and changing clothes, I still smelled so bad they sent me home.
If people really knew what nurses do all day long, there would be far fewer applications to nursing college.
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My worst day at work was probably when I was in my early 20s, working as a nursing assistant on a neuro floor while I was in college. I was working evenings which meant we had less staff, usually two nurses and two assistants divided the hall. We had a gentleman who was a late afternoon admission, and the hospital was in an end of town where often times homeless were brought in. The man was placed in Bed 2, farthest from the door of the room. He had put his call light on and I went to see what he needed. The second my foot crossed the threshold of the door to the room, the man exploded with projectile vomiting that hit me about two inches below my shoulders and went all the way to my feet. Reek doesn't begin to describe the smell. I have never seen anything like it before or since. The nurses sent me to get cleaned up and get scrubs from the surgical center. Even after washing and changing clothes, I still smelled so bad they sent me home.
If people really knew what nurses do all day long, there would be far fewer applications to nursing college.
Yeah, following that I don't know if it was a sign of stupidity or dedication that I finished my nursing degree.
And the sun it may be shining . . . but there's an ocean in my eyes
I whole heartedly agree!! You have to be a really special and really kind, sort of person to pull off nursing!! I could never do it!! Just being an EMT broke my heart, so did being a CNA. So thank you Ginny, and all the other nurses, that do this!
A guy at work was recently talking about how his little sister didn't seem motivated enough in life (she's 11), and as an example as to why he thought so, he said she mentioned maybe wanting to become a nurse. I guess he figured she should want to become a doctor if sje was thinking about that field. I told him that nursing is a noble profession, worthy of a lot of respect. Not to mention a solid way to get the bills paid.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy. ~ Desiderata
A guy at work was recently talking about how his little sister didn't seem motivated enough in life (she's 11), and as an example as to why he thought so, he said she mentioned maybe wanting to become a nurse. I guess he figured she should want to become a doctor if sje was thinking about that field. I told him that nursing is a noble profession, worthy of a lot of respect. Not to mention a solid way to get the bills paid.
A guy at work was recently talking about how his little sister didn't seem motivated enough in life (she's 11), and as an example as to why he thought so, he said she mentioned maybe wanting to become a nurse. I guess he figured she should want to become a doctor if sje was thinking about that field. I told him that nursing is a noble profession, worthy of a lot of respect. Not to mention a solid way to get the bills paid.
I know several nurses that hate people, they only became a nurse because of the money.
The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.
A guy at work was recently talking about how his little sister didn't seem motivated enough in life (she's 11), and as an example as to why he thought so, he said she mentioned maybe wanting to become a nurse. I guess he figured she should want to become a doctor if sje was thinking about that field. I told him that nursing is a noble profession, worthy of a lot of respect. Not to mention a solid way to get the bills paid.
Whenever I see the title of this thread, for a split second I think it says bday at work. I always tried to avoid working on my bday. I think I had to go one time, all other times I took the day off. There was cake, but other than that it wasn't a spectacularly great day at work.
Please, Pearl Jam, consider a Benaroya Hall vinyl reissue!
Whenever I see the title of this thread, for a split second I think it says bday at work. I always tried to avoid working on my bday. I think I had to go one time, all other times I took the day off. There was cake, but other than that it wasn't a spectacularly great day at work.
While it's a nice gesture that my company brings in lunch and cake each month for birthdays, there are few things I dislike more than having that damned birthday song sung to me. They used to let us take our birthdays off with pay but no longer. This year, using a vacation day!
A guy at work was recently talking about how his little sister didn't seem motivated enough in life (she's 11), and as an example as to why he thought so, he said she mentioned maybe wanting to become a nurse. I guess he figured she should want to become a doctor if sje was thinking about that field. I told him that nursing is a noble profession, worthy of a lot of respect. Not to mention a solid way to get the bills paid.
I know several nurses that hate people, they only became a nurse because of the money.
That is too bad, because the hours that they must give up away from their families will probably drive them into admin, where they can take out their frustration on other nurses, leading to lots of bad days at work.
And the sun it may be shining . . . but there's an ocean in my eyes
A guy at work was recently talking about how his little sister didn't seem motivated enough in life (she's 11), and as an example as to why he thought so, he said she mentioned maybe wanting to become a nurse. I guess he figured she should want to become a doctor if sje was thinking about that field. I told him that nursing is a noble profession, worthy of a lot of respect. Not to mention a solid way to get the bills paid.
I know several nurses that hate people, they only became a nurse because of the money.
That is too bad, because the hours that they must give up away from their families will probably drive them into admin, where they can take out their frustration on other nurses, leading to lots of bad days at work.
That makes sense...I was a little disappointed when I heard they only did it for the money. A bit narcissistic IMHO.
The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.
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Thx RKC,I was going to swing into PF Changs tonight for din din but I'm rethinking now and maybe going for Italian instead.
Anywho...the farmer bit them off with his teeth, put them in a bucket, and then the wife breadded and fried them for dinner.
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This thread has become very disturbing.... and entertaining. I can't stop reading. Maybe I'm disturbed.
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even if I look and act really crazy.
even if I look and act really crazy.
EMT broke my heart, so did being a CNA. So thank you Ginny, and all the other nurses, that do this!
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