Easier Said Than Done

So project new kitten isn't going so well. I was prepared for the hissing and growling from Gryffin. I wasn't prepared for catatonic kitty depression, personality changet from best friend to antisocial doesn't want anything to do with anyone, or go up to people and instead of being friendly start biting for no reason. So we're trying to see if I can help out my Fashionista friend by finding kitty a good home. We've come close twice. One couldn't because her roomate is allergic. Apparently nosebleeds are associated with kitten dander? Didn't learn about that one in immunology. And the second one, his wife basically came up with a list of excuses so he can't take her either. Both fell absolutely in love with the kitten. She is adoreable, sweet, and very VERY cute. But I have to say my first priority is Gryffin and he's just absolutely miserable. It breaks my heart. If we can't find a home we may just keep her and make her outdoor/indoor kitty.

Aside from feline household drama medicine, well medicine blows. I don't want to do that for a living. Studying the molting patterns of penguins in the south pole sounds like a better plan to me. I definitely realized I don't enjoy patients at all. I don't like the questions and the explaining or the complaining. You're in the hospital because we're trying to make you better. Not like you're going to do anything about it after you go home anyway but at least we're trying. So basically unless I somehow 1. change my mind 2. decide neuro doesn't still give me PTSD or 3. I can handle surgery on an OBGYN basis then I'm doing pathology. For realz. No questions, no medicines, no notes. My idea of a perfect job. Plus 8-5 days, at home call, and no weekends. Win. Also, I won't be responsible for calling up some stupid medical records at some office clinic just to get some voicemail recording on how the lady that does medical records is busy. I mean, I did medical records for 4 years. I always answered calls. And at least my stupid recording would have included "If you wish to fax a request, our number is blah blah blah, blah blah." Instead of me leaving some stupid voicemail for you to call me back ASAP (luckily I spared her the thought of "i'm post call and would like to go home. this number is separating me from my bed and it could end badly for you if I ever meet you in real life) just to wait 20 min for NOTHING. So I search more, get what looks like a fax number, and just send it. If you're going to have voicemail, but down pertinent things LIKE PHONE NUMBERS.

Honestly, hasn't nature found a new way to employ natural selection? Now the dumb people are just breeding together causing a new super breed of moron.

Easier said than done, I suppose.