I am LIVID!
This morning I took June Buggie to his new vet for a follow-up visit for his thyroid. When I called to make the appointment, I told them what it was for. I explained he had not had this service with their clinic before.
I was given no instructions regarding prepping for the visit.
I did recall that when my previous vet checked Buggie’s thyroid levels, he’d asked that JB fast for 6 hours. So I did that.
Once I got back, a vet tech copped an attitude with me and with her back turned to me proceeded to tell me Junior SHOULD have had his medicine before the visit.
I should have left right then.
But, no, Junior needs his meds, and maybe our tech is having a bad day.
The vet decided it would be OK to check his levels anyway, so I let them draw his blood.
And guess what? The results showed his thyroid was low.
I asked if his not having had his meds this morning would have had anything to do with that and the person talking to me this time said yes, I should have given him his meds and most people KNOW that.
Oh, so not only have you wasted a procedure on my elderly cat, you’re going to blame ME for it not being accurate.
I tortured my entire crew with fasting. I drug my poor, scared, elderly kitty to a vet clinic and subjected him to a needless procedure, and got treated like crap for my trouble. The vet clinic showed absolutely no compassion for me or for June Buggie. Oh, and I’m out $100 bucks too.
Well, there’s nothing to be done, is there? I did leave scathing reviews on Google and Yelp. I’m calling around for a different vet to take him to.
After it was all said and done, I wondered how a clinic that showed so little compassion was able to remain in business. Then I remembered a certain vet in Texas who practiced her bow and arrow skills on a feral cat and posted a photo of it on Facebook.
Maybe I should instead be surprised when vet clinics treat my animals well.