From Not Always Right: The Vivid Ventures Of The Veterinarian
The vet clinic we go to hired a new urgent care vet. He is easily one of the best vets we’ve ever worked with and is extremely knowledgeable. He also is on the spectrum and very open about this. He’s said some true gems during our dogs’ visits, but this one is by far my favorite.
I’m bringing our dog in for what we suspect is kennel cough. Due to its highly infectious nature, we wait in the car until the vet comes to get us. When he does, he walks us around to the back door of the practice and into an isolation room. It’s very small, with no windows, and even with only two of us and my dog, it feels tiny.
Vet: “You know, the other vets don’t really like these rooms; they say they feel claustrophobic. I don’t think so. I think they feel cozy. It reminds me of the shipping container house the government had me live in for a while.”
As this takes me a moment to register, all I can get out is:
Me: “Umm, why did they have you do that?”
Vet: “Oh, this was back during the anthrax scare. I worked at a lab that studied it and had anthrax, and I was one of two people with a key to where we stored it. So, the government thought I was one of the people who sent it, so they isolated me in a shipping container house until things settled down. I didn’t mind it, though. It was a nice break from everything.”
With this, he starts to examine my dog, but then he pauses and says:
Vet: “It wasn’t me, obviously. They let me go once they figured that out, and obviously, they wouldn’t have let me become a vet if I was a domestic terrorist!”
Then, he went back to checking my dog.
I’ve been back twice since then, and while I have a million questions for him, I haven’t worked up the courage to ask!
From Not Always Right: The Vivid Ventures Of The Veterinarian
The vet clinic we go to hired a new urgent care vet. He is easily one of the best vets we’ve ever worked with and is extremely knowledgeable. He also is on the spectrum and very open about this. He’s said some true gems during our dogs’ visits, but this one is by far my favorite.
I’m bringing our dog in for what we suspect is kennel cough. Due to its highly infectious nature, we wait in the car until the vet comes to get us. When he does, he walks us around to the back door of the practice and into an isolation room. It’s very small, with no windows, and even with only two of us and my dog, it feels tiny.
Vet: “You know, the other vets don’t really like these rooms; they say they feel claustrophobic. I don’t think so. I think they feel cozy. It reminds me of the shipping container house the government had me live in for a while.”
As this takes me a moment to register, all I can get out is:
Me: “Umm, why did they have you do that?”
Vet: “Oh, this was back during the anthrax scare. I worked at a lab that studied it and had anthrax, and I was one of two people with a key to where we stored it. So, the government thought I was one of the people who sent it, so they isolated me in a shipping container house until things settled down. I didn’t mind it, though. It was a nice break from everything.”
With this, he starts to examine my dog, but then he pauses and says:
Vet: “It wasn’t me, obviously. They let me go once they figured that out, and obviously, they wouldn’t have let me become a vet if I was a domestic terrorist!”
Then, he went back to checking my dog.
I’ve been back twice since then, and while I have a million questions for him, I haven’t worked up the courage to ask!
NOT my story.