Rosie Perrett enjoyed Christmas, especially her Secret Santa gift, which was inspired by her enjoyment of Planet Earth II. When she returns to Liverpool vet school, she will be getting to grips with pathology.
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This past month has been very enjoyable. The Christmas festivities meant that everyone was in high spirits; looking forward to going home and eating their bodyweight in food. At university, we celebrated with our annual Christmas vet party on the Wirral and enjoyed a house Christmas dinner with all the trimmings. We also put our names into a hat for Secret Santa; having been a zoologist and loving the recent BBC series Planet Earth II, I was delighted when Secret Santa got me a cushion with a picture of Sir David Attenborough on it.
In the final few weeks of the autumn term, we learnt about dog and cat parasitology as well as pathology (cardiac and blood). Having owned cats for the past 15 years and always knowing I wanted to be a vet, you would think I would know what the worming protocol for cats was and would have applied it. However, this wasn't the case and as a family we have only really wormed our cats when we remembered – whoops. Nevertheless, mum and I are trying to start as we mean to carry on with the new kittens and so far they are up to date with treatment for both worms and fleas; I've even written reminders on the calendar.
Pathology I've found a bit trickier. This year it feels highly complex with even more new words involved. We're really getting in to the nitty gritty of disease and its clinical application. I have a personal interest in the cardiology side having lost our cat Gracey last Easter to saddle thrombosis, which makes learning about it a little more interesting. But, nonetheless, it's one small aspect of a very big topic. Our OSPE (objective structured practical examination) assessment this year, instead of being based on our dissections, is based on pathology instead, so it's key that I get to grips with it.
Since coming home, I haven't done as much work as I would have liked, but I have seen lots of my family and friends as well as eaten an incredible amount of food. The kittens have grown considerably but are still very mischievous, Poppy keeps herself to herself but likes cuddles on her terms. Guinness is just mental – climbing curtains, climbing legs (we're pretty sure he thinks we're trees), playing fetch with crisp wrappers – and has recently started wrapping himself around our necks like a scarf. He's provided us with lots of entertainment as well as lots of scratches up and down both arms and legs. Their Christmas present was the chance to go out for the first time, using the cat flap. Despite knowing exactly how to use it, Poppy prefers it to be opened for her. Guinness, however, took his new-found freedom as an opportunity to try to terrorise the next door neighbour's cat, as we found out when he came in one evening feeling very sorry for himself, with a decidedly kinked tail. I panicked slightly as I thought he'd dislocated his tail; however, after a trip to the vets the following morning it turned out that he'd just been given a warning bite, which could be treated easily.
I must now get on with the work that has been sitting in my bag since I returned home.