Half of SDN has already heard about this, but whatever.
I did my first cystotomy since going out into practice on Friday... on a guinea pig. Seven years old. Who hadn't eaten properly in a week, moderate ileus, 14 bladder stones (one with a mucous plug attached down the urethra and I have no idea how he's been urinating) and, oh, is owned by the neighbor and good friend of my boss (who is currently out of town).
No pressure, right?
Surgery and anesthesia went fine, but the little jerk face wouldn't eat post-op. Spent an hour shoving critical care, cilantro and greens and bell pepper down his gullet last night, I'm off today so I exhibited appropriate work-life balance by sitting anxiously by my phone most of the morning hoping for a requested update from our techs. MISSED THE PHONE CALL, straight to voicemail when I called her back. Tried again and she updated me... HE IS EATING!!
I repeat, eating AND drinking, apparently mowing down his hay, greens and treats. Peeing and pooping. Not out of the woods yet and I'm probably jinxing myself by celebrating, but I'm not someone who gets super anxious about surgical patients (tend to be a "I've done my best and it's up to them from now on" sort of person) so the amount of stressing I've been doing over this little dude has been exhausting and I just want him to do well.
He's doing well. I'm so happy. Good piggy with a really sweet teenage owner.