Thankyou and Goodbye, K and P Clinic!

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

       In my first few months I knew that I had grown as a vet. I had surprised myself that I could actually do the job at all. They told me that they would be very sorry to see me go. I was sorry to leave too - they had been extremely supportive over my internship time, and if I had any skills in veterinary medicine at all, I largely had them to thank for it. 

       I thought about the new vets that I was going to be working with, and about the people I was leaving behind. Doc Palestine said my presentation was well-prepared, and my theoritical science was strong, she said that would help me in my consultation room ahead. Doc Victor had been an excellent first role model. His approach to clients may have been different to any other vets, and he was a great logical thinker, moral man. More than anyone else in the practice, Doc Victor helped me understand that vets made mistakes, and that so long as they were honest, and learned from them, it wasn't the all-encompassing disaster that it felt like when it happened. And doc Vida, she was a hard person for me to understand, if I asked her about a case, she might not know any more about it than me, but she would talk it through, and make me feel like there must be a solution; everything had a solution. 

       The internship's students from UWKS, Via, Farah, and Vico were very nice too, they told me I was the most honest and funny and humble vet they had worked with, and that I should keep hold of that through my career. I thanked them, a little bemused, but determined to stick to their advice. We had worked many mornings, noons, and nights together; they had seen me at my worst, and, just occasionally, at my best. Andd I was going to miss Karina, Awalul, Bima, Melanie, and the other vetnurses a great deal. They had been my friends when I felt I had none, and helped to remind me that I was still a normal human being, despite the crazy career I had chosen. It all struck me then that, whatever our differences, we were just trying to get through the day however we could. Although we had different takes on it, we wanted to do the best job possible, for the clients, and for the animals. 

       I was about to head out into a new world, and I was about to encounter many more vets. Some vets wouldn't care at all; vets that were purely motivated by money, or were lethally incompetent. Although I didn't know it, I had been spoiled at K and P clinic. We all had our own goals, strong goals. I wanted to get back to mine, back to the reason I had wanted to do this job in the first place. Getting ready of my first year to be vet~