One of my rattie girls developed a malocclusion while I was gone Thanksgiving week and seeing as my stepdad had no idea what that was or that it even happened (He was my rat-sitter.), I got the privilege of finding it out when half of my poor baby's mouth swelled up like a balloon and the smell of death filled half of my room.
Managed to clip her tooth with no casualties yesterday, but today I had to stress her out by taking Q-tips and slowly squeezing the gunk from her face. All the while, the rancid smell of infection is blasting me in the face. And I get to do it again tomorrow. To top it off, I didn't want to get up today and I feel like pooey.
/sigh
I still wanna be a vet, though.
Managed to clip her tooth with no casualties yesterday, but today I had to stress her out by taking Q-tips and slowly squeezing the gunk from her face. All the while, the rancid smell of infection is blasting me in the face. And I get to do it again tomorrow. To top it off, I didn't want to get up today and I feel like pooey.
/sigh
I still wanna be a vet, though.
