“He seems to be getting along fine on the leg now, but it was pretty mangled when he showed up on our doorstep.”
The vet picked up the squirming kitten, examining the hindquarters for a moment.
“Yeah, that’s a girl you have there, not a boy.”
Thank goodness we had picked Whiskers for a name. Gender neutral….
“As for the leg, if it injured a growth plate, she might have trouble later on.”
Without even thinking, I nodded and murmured in agreement.
“What? Do you know about growth plates?” His eyes narrowed suspiciously as he looked me over.
I sighed. I was going to have to tell him.
“I am a physician,” I said quickly. “Do you think he… SHE needs an X-ray?”
“Where do you work?” he demanded, ignoring my question.
I told him.
“Say, did you know I had a stroke three years ago? Can’t even tell, can you?” He smiled, then proceded to tell me about the clot buster he had received and how his subsequent therapy had gone in great detail.
It was a miracle he was even walking, he said….
Surviving a stroke is a big deal. It changes your life forever. I imagine you would want to talk to everyone about it, especially someone in the medical field who might better appreciate how far you’ve come, and so I listened patiently, forgetting all about the X-ray question until I got home again with the kitten in tow.
She seemed to be fine for the time being. It was a miracle she was even walking, given her initial injuries. I would just have to make another appointment for her.
This is why I try to keep who I am and what I do for a living quiet when I am out and about in the world. It only serves as a distraction beyond the clinic walls.