At the Hospital

Performed by Paul Needles; producer/arranger/sound engineer/drums/bass/epiano/congas/marimbas/flutes (and all around nice guy) Rick Barclay; lyrics by Dean Scott

A little background to this song. After graduating vet school, I found there to be a discrepancy between how much I could make as a veterinarian and my debt load. Surprising? No, not really. So, there I was, working for the Army full-time and doing additional part-time work at night at a local hospital to try to make ends meet with a family of two kids and a car that was more than a decade old. Here’s the part where you go, “Awwwww. Poor baby!” I dedicate this song to all of the new graduates who get to share in the same above dream of veterinary medicine, who, having already run one gauntlet to become a veterinarian, endure another trial to make a living as a veterinarian. We all go through the same process – you’re not alone and it does get better. Lyrics are provided below if you really, really, really feel the need to sing along.

Lyrics

Living on pennies, In worn out tennies, Snarling poodles and hissing cats, Anals glands and vaccines, After-hour emergencies, ‘Round 7PM I’ll get to have lunch.

Working late again at the hospital, Searching for a diagnosis again, Some people claim that the vet schools are to blame, But I know, It’s nobody’s fault.

Don’t know the reason, Financial burden, Nothing to show but this brand new degree, But it’s a real beauty, Framed in mahogany, How it got here I haven’t a clue.

Working late again at the hospital, Searching for a diagnosis again, Some people claim that the clients are to blame, Now I think, Hell it could be my fault.

I blew out a catheter, Did CPR on a hamster, Cut my hand, Wish I were cruisin’ back home, Oh my feet are tender, But I won’t surrender, That IV caffeine that helps me hang on.

Working late again at the hospital, Searching for a diagnosis again, Some people claim that James Herriot’s to blame, But I know, It’s my own damn fault, Yes and some people claim that James Herriot’s to blame, But I know, It’s my own damn fault.

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