Showing posts with label life changes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life changes. Show all posts

Friday, February 5, 2016

Change is in the Air! The #FatChick is Movin' in Another Direction for 2016


Hi Ho, Guys and Dolls! Did you miss me? It's been a rough few months of crazy veterinarian schedules, writer's block, health scares and plain old exhaustion but now I'm ready to dive back into my blogs.



With all I've gone through, you would think I'd want to curl up in a ball and escape the world for a year or two, but Lady Fate has other plans for me. The scene where fictional cast of Seattle Grace works their butts off to save their friend is one I've had to deal with as a veterinarian far too often. In the show, they saved Callie. In real life, my colleagues and I weren't so lucky with a few of our critical patients. It's hard to accept there will be cases where no matter what you do, how hard you pray, how much Eastern and Western medicine you throw out there your patient will still lose it's battle.

The cute little Labradoodle puppy that damn near broke me this week lost his battle against Parvo. I had to be his advocate and say enough was enough. His pain was too great and his body too frail. He placed his little head in my hand and snuggled as I gave him one last injection. I wanted so badly to curl up in that cage with him and forget the world. 



Sometimes it's just too much. Then the next one comes through the door on the edge of death and somehow you gather yourself up and give it your all. This time it works. The 10 month old puppy who was left for dead in a ditch after a car slammed into him is coming around. Thankfully no broken bones but other injuries leave him in critical condition for the following 12 hours.

The little stinker rallies and is able to go home 48 hours later to his loving and very grateful family.

These are the reasons I continue to do what I do and not curl up in a ball and forget the rest of the world.

They're also the reason why I won't stop writing and publishing my stories. Both of my worlds are a part of me. I am not ME without either of them. As soon as I let that sink in, the writer's block crumbled and I'm itching to get back into the worlds of my characters. Of course that means my smart ass self is back to share my thoughts on all things in the veterinary world, publishing, authors helping (and hindering) other authors, and my other passions like food and crafts.

Not Enough Time in the Day was the very first blog I started after Siren Bookstrand agreed to publish my first novel For the Love of Quinn nearly five years ago. In a few short months, the rights to that book will be reverted back to me. I'm thrilled at the prospect as I have plans for that monster sized novel! I'm splitting it into two books and adding scenes back in that had to be cut the first go around. Next year, I'll get the rights back to  The Island (Now and Forever 2). At that point, all of my books will be under my control and I have to tell you it feels wonderful to say that. I'll be forever grateful to Siren for giving me a chance, but it's time I move out on my own with everything.

Speaking of moving on...

The last year I've been the regional relief veterinarian for a group of hospitals here in the Seattle area. They've decided to go in another direction and have offered me a fabulous contract to work full time between two hospitals instead of 13. March 1st is the start of that new venture and one that will give me a set schedule for writing again!

This is the final year I can say "forty something" for my age. It's opened up many hours of reflection for me and going through the posts I've done for my memoirs, I've decided to put it all together in one book to be released at the end of the year to celebrate. The Fat Chick posts will continue. I have too much to say on things to let that go. LOL!

If you've been here before, you may have noticed I've changed the side bars up to include some ad space and links to favorites. Starting this month, I will be offering ad space for sale at the top of each side bar. I'm working on the guidelines and pricing and will have a separate page for the information. You'll be able to find it in the menu tabs at the top when it's ready to go. Payments will be accepted ONLY through Paypal.

The Fat Chick posts, Writer's Words of Wisdom, and veterinary posts will have their own index pages also listed in the menu tabs at the top of the blog. This way you can find them in one spot. Of course, you can always use the new search this blog feature in the left side bar.

I'm off to help the hubby work on his new blog Pint For You And Me. He's featuring everything he knows and wants to know about brewing beer from the home, small breweries and others around the world. 

Until next time,

The Fat Chick (Tammy)

Saturday, September 13, 2014

The #FatChick is Moving to Washington! #MyWANA #amwriting


It's been nearly a month since my last entry and The Fat Chick has more news. As you recall, last month I was hit with a set back when the two positions I thought were a sure thing fell through. I had to scramble to pick up extra shifts at my current veterinary hospital and try to hold things together until we figured it all out. Here's what happened since then:


  • I've signed the contract for the salaried relief position in the Seattle Metro area. I got a raise, increase in my continuing education allowance and some other perks. 
  • We found an apartment and move in on October 1st. It's in a central area so my commute to the other hospitals won't be horrible. Well, "mileagewise" it won't be bad at all, but the traffic jams will keep me on the road two hours each way.
  • We've finalized our move out date with our current landlord and on decent terms considering hubby has been here for ten years and only signed a one year lease. LOL!
  • The military will move and store the majority of our stuff for free. They'll store it for a year. After that, it's up to us. No problem!
  • We'll have to get another moving service to help us get the "essentials" to the apartment that's half the size of the house we're renting.
  • Release dates for the current works in progress have been postponed due to this upheaval but will be back on track once we're in Washington.
Whew!

While I'm a little sad that the release dates for the Bigfoot book as Tawny Savage and the anthology are delayed, it's for the best. I don't want to rush it and end up not putting out my best work because I was more concerned with the dates. The romantic suspense as Stephanie Ryan my still come out by Halloween, but I'm looking more at mid-November to give myself time to get it edited properly.

Now with the path a little less cluttered, I'll be able to concentrate on my health issues again. I'm excited that the new place has a fitness room, swimming pool and trails on property for walking. No excuses! 

I'm sure I'll be shedding a hell of a lot of tears yet before we make our move north to Seahawks country, but this time they'll be happy ones and not those of fear and frustration. It's amazing how your outlook on life can change when things start to fall into place again. 



Thank you to everyone for standing by me through this and for your patience with the release dates. Life sure does have a way with screwing up schedules and deadlines but I'm hoping this time I'll be able to roll with the diversions and keep moving forward.




Until next time,
~The Fat Chick aka Tammy

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Confession Time for the #FatChick #amwriting #MyWANA


Welcome to Not Enough Time in the Day and today's edition of my fat chick memoirs. It's time to come clean to everyone. I've been going through some major upheavals as of late and once again I've put my health and well-being on the back burner. Not good. No, not at all.

Because I've let the stress of my crazy life get to me yet again, I've done a bit of a backslide in my weight loss program and my blood sugar has been out of sorts. It's not super high or anything, but enough to make me feel crappy again. Without the energy to keep going, I've let everything slide including my writing.

NOT GOOD AT ALL



Having four pen names is hard enough, but when you couple that with health issues that drain your energy and a full time job as a veterinarian you hit the wall and hard. I've gained seven of the twenty five pounds I lost since my journey began and it makes me so mad at myself. I've got no one to blame but me for this. I allowed the stresses to take over and just went back to my old habits of snacking while I worked on my current WIP for each pen name. I've let the housework slide again after I just got it all caught up too. ARRRRGGGHHH!!!


Besides the bad side effects of raising my blood sugar, blood pressure and gaining weight, my creativity with my writing has dropped off. I can't have that happen if I expect to have two novellas completed for a summer anthology, a third stand alone novella to complete a monster erotica series and get another series off and running before the end of the summer months. Yes, it's only February, but before I know it we'll be in June and I'll be out of time and my sanity will be gone.

I know it's common to make resolutions for the new year and then promptly break them all before the end of January, but I didn't want to be one of those statistics. I wanted to be able to continue moving forward even if it was just with small steps. Now I've found myself pushed back a few miles and ashamed of myself for it. I thought having this blog to keep myself focused would be the key, but then I dropped off posting here too. I turned within myself and buried it all...AGAIN.

So here I am moving forward from this point. It's the best I can do. I can't go back and change what I've already done. I have to move forward and keep moving in that direction even if it's only baby steps. Eventually I'll get to the finish line, but I'm not going to stress over the fact it's taking me longer to get there.

The same goes for my writing goals. I've put too many things on my plate, setting myself up for failure. This week I'll whittle things down to the anthology and the monster erotica and not freak out that the new series will be out later in the year. I'm the publisher for crying out loud! LOL! I can change the deadlines to whatever I want them to be. It's why I decided to start up Sassy Vixen Publishing in the first place and here I was putting unrealistic deadlines on myself. What a dork! LOL

Whew! Just writing that down makes it more official to me. I feel a huge weight lift off my shoulders. More streamlining is in the works this week as I filter out even more baggage. I'm ditching yahoo groups, some tribes on Triberr, revamping my connections on all social media outlets and overall giving myself permission to breathe.

Until next time
~The Fat Chick

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

The #FatChick Makes Plans for the New Year Filled with Changes and New Adventure #amwriting #MyWANA #ampublishing


Happy New Year and welcome to Not Enough Time in the Day. I'm the "Fat Chick" here to once again share a bit of life after the age of forty. If it's your first time here...welcome and thank you for stopping in. If you've been here before, please forgive me while I fill in the others for a few minutes...and thank you for coming back! ♥♥♥

I discovered many things in my life changed the INSTANT I turned forty. I'm not kidding. From my vision to my ability to take off the weight I gained over the holidays, from snapping back after illnesses—everything in my world changed. Not for the better either but I'm getting through all that and making it better for myself. What I share here on this blog is my journey through it all. Whether it's good, bad, or downright miserable, I'll share it as it happens.

Like many people, I thought about making resolutions for the coming year, but with a huge list of events already ahead of me, I thought it was best just to step back and take note of how far I've come so far.

In September I was diagnosed with diabetes and high blood pressure basically due to my obesity. It's all documented in previous posts. So far I've lost just under thirty pounds and have my blood pressure almost perfect thanks to diet, exercise and a mild diuretic. My goal for this part is to be off the diuretic by September 2014. One year on my new plan is enough time and so far, so good!

I hope to be thirty pounds lighter by June when the hubby and I fly to Denver for the RomCon University and RomCon readers convention. Sixty pounds in a year is a manageable goal and I'll definitely feel a lot better breathing in those altitudes! This last year it was rough for me and was another wake up call to get healthy.

By September 2014, I hope to not have to worry about being diabetic. Yes that's a bit of a tougher goal to achieve, but if I can get the weight off, and continue with my diet and exercise plan, it is achievable. I'm leaving that on my list.



Time to buck up buttercup and accept the fact I need trifocals. Period. End of story. Even though my last driver's test showed I didn't need the vision restriction, it's the fine print that's killing me! There are some fabulously sexy frames out there now. I can rock the sexy librarian look better than anyone! Bring it!




I'm forty-seven years old. Time to accept the fact I won't have children of my own and more than likely won't adopt. It gets harder and harder for those in my age bracket to adopt kids. You wouldn't think it would be with all the kids who need homes with loving parents, but it is. This is the "curse" I bring to my younger hubby. If we by chance get to adopt, then it's our destiny to do so. I'll not force the issue and make myself feel less of a woman any longer.

Oh those Seven Witches/Bitches of Menopause will continue to plague me throughout my perimenopausal time right through the actual crazy hormonal upheaval. Whatever! I've had hot flashes since I was in my twenties. I've always been a bitch and the moodiness is a constant pain in my backside. They won't take over my year as I have my fabulous hubby by my side. He's seen me at my worst and he's still hanging around. Must be love. ♥♥♥

So in between having to run to the bathroom every 10 minutes, turning up the volume on the phone and televison, squinting to read fine print even with magnifying reading glasses, and sitting in front of an industrial sized fan to get through the hottest of flashes, I'll keep going. I get to go into semi-retirement this summer while hubby fully retires from the Coast Guard. We'll be moving to the beautiful Seattle area and starting a brand new life and career running our own publishing company. 

Life is as they say...GOOD for this old broad. Take care my friends. I'll see you all next week.

~The Fat Chick



Thursday, September 19, 2013

#Memoirs of a Forty Something Fat Chick: New Weekly Feature with @dochappycamper



Welcome to the first post of the Memoirs of a Forty Something Fat Chick.  I’m “The Fat Chick, “ aka “The Vixen,” Lia Michaels, Stephanie Ryan and Tammy Dennings Maggy. With all those alter ego’s in one body, it’s a wonder I don’t weigh more than I already do.  I’ve got a lot on my plate and taking on more. I must be insane. Scratch that. I know I’m insane.

So why the memoirs?

As I’m sure you’ve gathered by the title of this feature, I’m forty-something—well, forty-six to be exact and knocking closely on forty-seven’s door. I’ve always been happy to celebrate my birthdays as aging really didn’t bother me. I’m actually excited to get to the milestones coming next. Unfortunately, my body isn’t down with the program.

As far back as I can remember I’ve had trouble with my weight. Not just a few extra pounds mind you, but by just about anyone’s standards I can be called obese. Morbidly obese. Don’t get me started on my BMI. It’s well over the limit.  I’ve tried and been successful at just about every single diet known to the free world: The Cabbage Soup Diet, Adkins, Jenny Craig, Weight Watchers, Slimfast, starvation, exercise until I keel over plans and other variations of the low carb to no carb fads. 

Successful at each and every single one of them—until I let the little things slip.  It starts with no longer measuring out the portions and just eyeballing them.  The mindless snacking slips in there with the excuse, “one scoop of ice cream won’t hurt. I’ll just do another half hour on the elliptical.”  The exercise is the next to leave camp. It’s not a slow trickle either. It starts with skipping one session, then another and another until finally it’s been a few months before I ever pick up my hand weights or kick it with Leslie Sansone and her Walk Away the Pounds routines.

It all just stops.

Before I know it, the 150, yes that’s ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY pounds I dropped the last go around is almost a memory. Over the last two years, I’ve regained eighty (80) of those pounds and I feel miserable.  I’ve no one else to blame but myself for this. I know I’m an emotional eater. I eat when I’m happy and when I’m sad.  I eat when I’m stressed or relaxed. It doesn’t matter. If it’s there, I’ll eat it. 

So why not just jump back on the Healthy Band Wagon and lose the weight again?

There’s a bit more going on with this fat chick. I finally have the support system to do this. My first husband never gave a rip what I did with my life or with my health. It’s why we’re no longer together…well, one of the reasons.  My current hubby and love of my life is just the opposite. He’s there in my corner every step of the way. Even with that, I still resisted.  I was afraid to make an appointment with a new doctor and be lectured.  I know I’m fat and I know what I need to do to get rid of it. I was afraid of starting up with the exercise again because of the aches and pains I’ve been having.  It hasn’t been just my knees, shoulder and back, but I’ve had some chest pain as well.

I was scared to try again for fear I’d make things worse.  But you see? By not doing anything, I made things worse with each passing day.  I needed the strength to stop wallowing in self-pity, take the much deserved scolding from the doctor and BUCK UP BUTTERCUP! 

What really helped me make the appointment with the new doctor was reading the memoir of my good friend, Amber Lea Easton.  She wrote about the loss of her husband due to suicide and how she and her family had to cope with it all.  My heart broke for her and it broke again when I thought of what I’d put my husband through if I kept on my same path.  Instead of the decades together as we’d planned, I’d be lucky to be around for another five.

Walking into the doctor’s office was the scariest thing I’ve had to do since getting up in front of the class in high school for my first speech.  I swore all eyes were on me as I made my way to the elevators to take me to the third floor.  Never mind others milled about all over the facility in worse shape than me, I just knew all were watching and judging ME.  

Yes, that’s a bit melodramatic but hey, I’m a writer! Of course I’d make it all scary and weepy eyed.

Article on weight loss for those over 40

I was scared going in there but put immediately at ease by both the assistant and the doctor.  As we went over my family history of breast cancer, high blood pressure, colon cancer, heart disease, COPD and obesity, not once did the doctor judge me. She was concerned yes, but determined to help me get back on track.  We discussed everything I’d need to help me along including staring on blood pressure medication until my weight began to drop. I needed help to not stroke out during workouts and this would do just that.

She also prescribed a pain medication for my back and hip so I could use it if needed in order to sleep. I didn’t want to have anything stronger than Tylenol and ibuprofen while working at the veterinary hospital. She agreed. She listened to all of my concerns and told me I wasn’t crazy for being scared. There was a real good possibility I’d harm myself further if I didn’t have the physical before starting my exercise regimen.

So by the end of that visit, I was poked, prodded and squished.  In other words, had a full exam, blood drawn for testing, tetanus shot updated and had my boobs squished for the mammogram.  Whew! Oh and I have another appointment for follow up blood work in a week to be sure the blood pressure medication isn’t lowering my potassium too much.

Did I tell you I’m afraid of needles?  LOL!  Yep.  Thank the Goddess for the phlebotomist and the nurse who administered my tetanus shot. I didn’t feel a thing and am only a tiny bit sore today.  I had anticipated not being able to use my arm today at all but all’s well.  I even got in some yoga.

Goddess! I’ve missed the yoga and all the other exercises I had worked up to in the past. I didn’t realize just how much until I started again today.

No more excuses! This Fat Chick is taking her life back. I’m gonna be around for a hell of a long time so you all might as well pull up a chair. I have three pen names, a publishing house, household and job as a full time veterinarian to keep up with. I've worked hard to get to this place in my life and I'll be damned if I'm going to go out without a fight. Glad you're here with me.

We’ll have lots to talk about each week as I go on this journey. There’ll be ups and downs, milestones and set-backs.  Bring it! I’m not afraid anymore.

Until next time,

~Tammy 

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Change Is In The Air

Resistance is futile

That's right. I said it. Resistance to change is in the end a futile endeavor. Life in general is an ever flowing stream of energy, constantly CHANGING and adapting as it goes. Look around you. The vegetation is constantly changing to adapt to soil and weather conditions. Animals must find ways to survive in their habitats or migrate to areas where they can flourish. People are no different. Unfortunately in a lot of cases humans have forced the changes on their fellow Earth inhabitants and not always for the good. 

Today, I don't want to discuss the harm that man has done to the planet. Instead, I'd like to focus on those little every day changes one must make in their lives to make things move forward. Be it with your health, family or career there are many ways you can better yourself and achieve true happiness and balance if you open your eyes and your mind to alternate paths. Today's post will lean more toward changes in the field I work in now, medicine.

If It Ain't Broke, Why Fix it?

Just because you've done something one way for a while or in some cases years, doesn't mean it's still the best way to do things. In my profession as a veterinarian for example, medicine is constantly evolving. There are new surgical techniques developed, stronger medications, vaccinations, new breeds of animals, new discoveries of how individual species react to medications, develop illnesses and recover from them. There's a LOT of information being thrown at us all the time not to mention what gets posted on the Internet. There's so much misinformation out there about the health of animals and it really complicates matters. In some cases it downright does more harm than good.

There was a time, not so long ago (sorry, I've got Bon Jovi songs running through my head right now) when it was unheard of to send pain medications home with pets recovering from spays, neuters or even major surgeries like fracture repairs. Even today there're veterinarians who don't make it a routine part of their treatment plans to control the pain in their patients. Why? They never did it before, why should they do it now? Their patients recovered just fine without those new fangled expensive drugs.

Really? Just because a patient remains quiet and huddled in the corner of the cage or it's little bed at home doesn't mean it's just sleeping off the anesthetics. It's not moving because it HURTS to do so. Come on people! It's not just a spay. It's a complete ovarian hysterectomy! When humans have this procedure done they are knocked completely out and are full of pain killers for at least a week after they go home from the hospital. They are not up and running the next day. Sorry charlie!  So why should our four legged patients not get the same kind of medical care and pain relief?

Ignorance is Bliss


It's these archaic ideas about medicine that keep animal owners ignorant. Yes that's right. I said IGNORANT and willing to believe the bullshit rather than what's now considered the standard of care for their pets simply because it's less expensive to do it that way. They've had (insert type of pet here) all of their lives, they know better than some young smart ass doctor who is only out to take their money. Really? If I was out to take your money, I would've chosen another career all together. Just last night I had a client yell at me on the phone because I wouldn't fill a particular prescription for her cat. She wanted something that needed an exam first before we'd consider sending it home with her, and yet she kept pressing me to say yes. She didn't call us until the last hour we were open for business. This happened to be a favorite trick of hers in order to get other medication filled for her pet. Unfortunately, we have relented in the past because the medication was something we KNEW her pet needed already and as always she would promise to be in for an exam within the next month.

Here we were two months later and she wanted to pick up fluids. We had never dispensed them for her pet before and we have no way of knowing if it really needed them or not. She kept saying her pet was fine, just a little dehydrated and could use some fluids. She wanted me to give the okay for her to pick some up. I refused. We hadn't seen her elderly pet in over six months and it's on some potent medications. We needed to do a full exam to be sure the pet was indeed dehydrated or sick from something else. That's when the conversation got nasty. After I told her once again no, she then said "so you're just going to let my cat die because I can't afford to see an emergency vet." 

She hung up on me. She will keep herself in denial until her cat goes downhill to the point where there is no turning back. Sometimes you just can't help people who refuse to listen.

In the late 1970's parvovirus hit with a vengeance.  At that time, no dogs had immunity to it and it spread like wildfire. Veterinarians were inundated with these poor puppies dropping like flies and no one knew what the hell was killing them. Now we have vaccinations that can keep these puppies healthy as well as certain protocols to follow until their vaccine series is complete. Unfortunately, even now we still lose hundreds of puppies every year because people don't vaccinate their dogs and take them everywhere, exposing them and the environment to this deadly virus.  

Why aren't they vaccinating? Well some stay away from it because they read on the Internet vaccines are the killer here, not the virus. There are breeders who perpetuate the myth that "vets are only out to get your money. Don't listen to them about the vaccines." Because of that tidbit there have been outbreaks of canine distemper all over the country too. Yeah, vets are the bad guys until your animal gets that horrible disease that could have been prevented all along. Makes me so sad and yeah really looking forward to the day I retire. One can only take so much smacking your head against the wall!

Listen to your heart and your audience

So who is actually driving all the changes in veterinary medicine? Believe it or not, the pet owners. Our clients want to have their fur babies live longer, play harder, and enjoy life with the whole family. In order to do that, veterinarians have to listen to what they want. Chemotherapy, Western and Chinese medicine, nutritional food choices at affordable prices, insurance to help offset the medical costs, emergency care, and when the time comes grief counseling. They want prompt service and hate to wait for it. They understand having to wait in the emergency room, but having to wait two hours to have a routine health visit is becoming unacceptable. On the other hand, they want to know they can drop in to see someone during business hours if they have an unexpected emergency/illness.

For years our hospital tried to cater to this by seeing walk ins. This in itself was a great idea at first. Unfortunately it's now turned into something that's spun out of control. Having only a couple doctors seeing appointments and one or two others seeing the walk ins creates a mess. Clients can't always get to see the doctor they want to see. They want an actual appointment and don't want to have to wait in the first come first serve line. Top that off with emergencies coming in the middle of things and the backlog gets even larger. 

Our staff had been trained to tell people to feel free to drop in all day until such and such time. Unfortunately, that has lead to huge backups at times, specifically around 5-6pm. Some of those drop in clients call early in the day to get an appointment but are told none were available. Instead of dropping in earlier in the day, they come after dinner, or after work. Now since we close at 9pm, having 10 or more walk ins waiting to be scene by ONE doctor gets a bit much.  

I've worked in hospitals that were only walk in and they flourished. I've worked in clinics where it was only appointments, but we squeezed in anyone who needed to be seen. Basically an appointment secured your place in line. Those practices thrived too. Now with this one, it's time to change. Our clients are really missing the ability to have those appointments. So to cater to this, we've started an all appointment schedule with hold slots to accommodate to same day appointments/emergencies and walk ins.

Sounds good right? Not for some people. The resistance here is not from our clients, but from some of the staff. They've only known one way of doing things and they just don't want to learn a new method. They want to keep the status quo. Why? Variety of different reasons for this one.  Here are a few excuses...I mean concerns they have. 

We'll be turning people away who want to drop in.

No we won't. These folks usually call ahead to find out the wait time. If we can give them a same day appointment, they will be more than happy to take it. The phones ring off the hook with these wait time requests. Why not give them what they've been asking for all along?


We need a designated drop in doctor to help keep the appointments running on time. 

No we don't. The drop in doctor has become the do all and be all. Not only do they have to take care of the patients who were dropped off in the morning for grooming and boarding, they have to take the random phone calls from clients, pick up the patients for the appointment doctors who are running behind, take the appointments who show up late and still cover anyone who drops in on their own and any emergencies. This has created some tension at times when once again the appointment doctor declares the client who was only 10 minutes late now has to be seen by the drop in doctor. With so much to accomplish during the day, it leaves very little time to actually spend in the room with the clients. Not a good thing. Clients want more of our time, not less.

It's going to lead to confusion as to who's going to see the emergency or drop in that is waiting to be seen.

This is a valid point now in the early stages. Once we get our flow going and used to the new schedule, that confusion will fall away. The doctors who've always jumped in and did extra patients will continue to do that. Those who hang back and stay at a slow pace will continue to do that. The difference now is the slower doctor can't shove off their appointments onto someone else while they take an hour or two with one. We are a fast paced hospital and always have been. If you're not a fast paced doctor, tech or receptionist, this hospital is not for you. Plain and simple.

It's just not going to work. Our long time clients will hate it and the new clients won't come in if they can't just drop in whenever.

This is just stupid. Sorry to be so harsh, but COME ON! It's for our long term clients we are doing this. They're the ones who want the appointments and who have been the loudest voicing their displeasure. Why are we catering to clients we don't even have yet? How about we keep the ones we have happy and they in turn will spread the word far and wide about us to their friends and family.

We're going to lose business to competitors.

Not one bit. Those clinics will still be turning their clients away while we make them same day or next day appointments. It's a win/win situation for us and for our clients both old and new. In fact, we will continue to get new clients because we can offer them the same service with scheduled appointments and squeezing them in if necessary.


Finding peace through the chaos

I truly believe this is the way our practice needs to go in order to achieve the goals of our hospital and in the service community. I feel this is the best way to fulfill our mission statement.

Where your pet's health is our top priority and excellent service is our goal.

By listening to our clients and offering them what they've wanted all along, how can we go wrong?

I'm looking at the final years of my career as a full time veterinarian. I want to be able to leave knowing I've done everything I can to keep my patients healthy and still say I'e enjoyed my time as their doctor.  Wouldn't you want to say the same?







Saturday, January 28, 2012

Another turning point in my life

It's been a bit since I've written for this blog and I'm sure it's feeling a bit neglected. Saying I've been a busy has been an understatement, but still that is no excuse. I started up both of my blogs as a way to express myself and to get my name out there. As a writer, name recognition is extremely important, but at the same time it feels a bit strange to toot my own horn all of the time. I'm going to have to get over that and fast. If I keep staying in the shadows and lurking, I just might miss out on a few opportunities of a lifetime.  

As many of you already know, I've always been writing in one form of another. My poetry has been my lifeline over the last two years and I think I've grown as a writer because of it. Many of my poems were the inspiration for the novels in two of my current series. The Vixen, the Witch and the Daemon has spawned a whole new world and an entire series that I will call Songs of Fate. Creating that world is taking a lot of time, not to mention a lot of notebooks! I have to remember that I can't whip out a book a month with this story line or any other. I work full time as a veterinarian still and have other responsibilities such as my shop on Etsy.com.  Reading about how many other authors seem to be about to crank out their work at the speed of light, sometimes makes me feel inadequate. Well, maybe that's not the right word. I feel like I'm not committing myself completely to my craft and that makes me very sad and sometimes makes me go through a sort of writer's block.  As you can see, being blocked, makes the sadness even worse. 

I've thought long and hard about this. I gave 19 years to a wonderful career as a veterinarian and in the process put everything else on hold. It's time I take control again and find the balance so that I can devote more time to my writing and build a fan base.  I'm in a place in my life now, that I am able to do this because of my Muse/boyfriend. He makes it all possible for me to be able to not stress the small stuff...and some of the big stuff...and just write. He's my biggest fan and without him in my corner, I know I would still be holding myself back with the phrase "some day I will be able to write full time."  Well, that some day is going to be a lot sooner than I ever thought possible.

Don't get me wrong, I am proud to be a veterinarian and on most days I can say I really love my job, but the passion I had for it is no longer there. Early in my career, the world was so new and the opportunities open to me so vast that each day was an adventure. It's still enjoyable, but now more routine and yes, predictable.  Now my allergies are getting worse. I have to take diphenhydramine (benedryl) daily in order to walk into our hospital. We have a lot of rabbit and rodent patients and unfortunately they are the cause of my discomfort. I don't see them, but their dander and hair is still present and it's what I am allergic to. All of that is airborne and I can't escape it when I am at work. The last two months has been rather miserable with rashes and itchy skin. I may have to switch antihistamines to get some relief, but in the end the best course of action is to remove myself from the source.

Within the next six months to a year, I will be cutting my days back at the veterinary hospital. It's both sad and exciting to me at the same time. Saying goodbye to what has been a huge part of my life for such a long time hurts like hell. But if I don't do this, I will continue to say "some day" and put off the other things I wish to pursue in my life with my Mo Anam Cara, my Muse. He's opened a whole new world for me that I always knew existed, but was afraid to give it a go.  Now I can.  With him by my side, I can finally be me again.

Today I ordered print copies of my book of poetry and For the Love of Quinn. Within the next week I will have actual print copies of my work in my hands. I guess at that moment I will finally allow myself to acknowledge that I am a published author and people are reading my work...even on iTunes!  LOL!  Now to get back to work on my next masterpiece!

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