Anyway, the scary incident is over. That blasted a few years off my life.

A few days ago, I met my regular vet. Actually, I don't really like this vet and don't think she has the "touch" but her animal clinic is near my house and it's very convenient for me to get medication for my "little monkey".

She asked me how's my "little monkey" doing, and I replied, "Oh, he's doing fine, thank you."

To be honest, I do not know if I should have told her the truth, that she has failed to cure my pet and that luckily I had the presence of mind to consult another vet, and in just one dose of medication, my "little monkey's" condition improved by leaps and bounds.

When my "little monkey" was under her care, she asked me what was wrong, and I said, "Diarrhea, vomit, fever and lots of gas."

And what she gave was this:

Diarrhea give anti-diarrhea lor
Vomit give anti-vomit lor
Fever give panadol lor
Gas give charcoal lor
Got appetite ar? Then no need antibiotic lah
If no appetite, give enzyme lor

When I told her I'd like to have one course of anti-biotics, just in case, she sold me some and said, "This (anti-biotic) is VERY GOOD!"

Actually, what she did was just treating the symptoms one by one and not looking at the larger picture.

I kept calling her on the phone, even after her consultation hours, cos her medication did not have much impact. Of course, the frequency of diarrhea was reduced but the quality of faeces was very, very poor. And then my "little monkey" went into seizure twice and kept vomitting the whole night through, and when I told her about it, she said, "I gave you the anti-vomit already maaaa."

Hello, you think cannot vomit out the anti-vomit as well ar?

All my life I've kept pets, never do I have any faith in the vets around here. Each time my pets get ill enough to warrant hospitalisation, that very much meant the end of their days on Earth.

I am so suspicious of what the vets did to my pets that they became so much more seriously ill overnight that they died in there, that now I resist getting them to hospital no matter what.

What irked me most was, this vet kept harping on my "little monkey's" age (You have to know, he's already 12 years old, ANYTHING can be wrong with him) and she dares to tell me, "Honestly, I DON'T KNOW what is wrong with him. What you told me of his symptoms, I already dispensed medicine." and also "We have to do a scan on his organs, maybe organ failure and I don't have x-ray eyes. If touch also is guessing game only"

While this vet suspected food poisoning, our second vet, whose clinic is 30 minutes' drive away, suspected infection, and he was spot on.

Wonder how she could survive for so long as a vet.

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