||[May. 22nd, 2004|06:13 pm]
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Well, I’ve just had a very special afternoon. Pouring rain all day; today was my first day SOAPing our surgery dog by myself. (SOAP stands for Subjecting, Objective, Assessment, Plan. Basically, a physical exam, any auxiliary tests, and the results, with treatment plan.) Hit campus at 7:30 a.m.; took my poor little doggie out for her morning constitutional. (When we got her on Thursday, she was practically paralyzed with fear, shaking; she was also depressed, and showed signs of having a virus – conjunctivitis, runny nose, slight fever. We got her blood work back yesterday – inflammatory leukogram, supporting the diagnosis. Since she’s still recovering from the effects of Ehrlichiosis, we put her back on doxycycline, just in case. This morning: improvement – bright alert responsive, and starting to wag her little stump of a tail. Also starting to recognize her name: Terracotta.) She didn’t like the rain; kept shaking and putting her charming gold-brown spotted paws up on me, looking at me as if to say “let’s get out of the rain, dummy!” The SOAP took me a while, but I finished by the deadline (9 a.m.).
Ran off to the fresh market; Mrs. Crossley had promised me callaloo, but forgot and didn’t have it. I did get the last couple of avocadoes (finally coming back in season!) and some collard greens and pumpkin, however. Home again; cooked all day, in addition to using my educational discount to purchase Kara’s graduation gift – an iBook (her friends and family all pitched in). Kara graduated with her Master’s degree last Friday – another special event I’ve missed out on. *Sigh*.
4:30 p.m. – time to take Terra for her evening walk, and give her her dinner and her meds (I also had to write an addendum to the SOAP, listing her caloric needs). Clever girl! I gave her the pills in a Vienna sausage, which she took delicately from my fingers, despite being a starveling…and carefully spit out each pill. Had to do it the hard way, then reward her with another sausage, to get the nasty taste out of her mouth. Still, despite probable minimal handling prior to becoming a surgery dog, she allowed me to pill her without a fuss, without a struggle. Such a good dog…I’m going to just give up any thoughts of avoiding getting attached, because I don’t think it’s possible.
On the way back to the kennel, the security guard I always wave at on my way past asked me to step into the guard shack – insisted I put my dog away right then and accompany him. Telling him this was inconvenient (I had hoped to run around with Terra a bit longer), I nonetheless complied and followed him – where I was detained, and told that my name was on a list of people who are no longer Ross students, and are no longer permitted on campus! Outraged, I told them that not only was that a blatant error, but I was a straight A student in good standing, AND the editor of the school paper! Dutiful cogs in the machine that they are (Kittitians are very much like that – LETTER of the law, not spirit of the law), they told me that they were going to call Sharon Stapleton (our head Administrator, a friend of mine), and that I needed to wait there until she called back. I told them they had 5 minutes. They told me I had to wait a maximum of 15. NO ONE deprives me of my freedom unjustly. Blood pressure through the roof. Gearing myself up to BEAT my way out of the guard shack – HOW DARE THEY?! They do NOT have the right to imprison me! Another guard joined our little trio, and said that he’d spoken with Sharon. I told him I didn’t believe him. He got pretty bent about this; I told him I needed to speak to Sharon in person, immediately. They called her; she called back. She apologized profusely to me, saying she didn’t actually read the letter before she signed it… I am GOING to find out who typed that goddamn thing, and have words with her. Then she spoke with the guard who’d detained me, after which he gave me a half-hearted apology. He and his cronies seemed to think it was funny. I told him I knew, he was just a cog in the machine. I felt like biting his throat out.
Thanks, Ross – I needed a reminder of what helpless gross injustice, righteous indignation, and outraged fury felt like. I really appreciate the way our careful administration rewards excellence. Fuck you all very much.
Have recently had another less-than-stellar local interaction – trying to teach a Kittitian man that “no” means “no”. Last week, Blade came over to work on my air conditioner, which seriously needs cleaning and servicing; he’s the campus electrician and A/C tech, and he offered. Unfortunately, he picked a random time and just showed up – I ended up not getting dinner that night. I have considered him a friend for some time, and do still enjoy his company, but if he pulls this “just one kiss” shit again I’m going to hit him. I’m just too old to tolerate this disrespectful crap anymore – goddammit, don’t you think I know my own mind by now? If I say “no, you’re married”, that’s the end of the matter. (I actually spent a good deal of time, once, detailing what a woman wants in a lover – he was pretty clueless. I don’t think there’s a great deal of discussion between men and women in the Caribbean.) Somehow, courteous refusal doesn’t have any place in their mindset. @#$%! Chauvinistic society.
I am not going to let this get to me! I refuse to become embittered with the Caribbean, again; today, I cooked West Indian spicy curried pumpkin soup and christophene casserole, sipping flawlessly sweet fresh coconut water. (God, will I ever miss my coconut water – “jelly” – when I leave.) Last night, I hung out with classmates and friends at Alliance Français, drinking excellent Gewürztraminer, watching one of my favorite films – Delicatessen. Tomorrow, the sun will come out and shine on my growing container garden, and the big green lizard will bask on the table, waiting for flies to land on my cucumbers. The kestrel will hunt from the power lines at dusk, as I’m walking to the top of Mattingley Heights. My surgery partners will come over, and we’ll get all of our surgery supplies ready for sterilization Monday, the Caribbean sun shining in the windows, monkeys chattering in the ghut outside. There are wonders here. If only most of the PEOPLE weren’t here! (I’d happily swap them for Windward-islanders…)
Back to cooking. I need to marinate the eggplant (for Japanese stir-fried eggplant over couscous), and I need to steam my collard greens (for Japanese-style greens). Then I MUST get a bunch of reading done in small animal medicine.