He went on to say that he would give me an injection straightaway, but they would need to give me antibiotics for a week. They nodded their agreement, but he hadn’t finished explaining. He said that they had the choice between tablets and giving me injections. My bipeds looked surprised as David went on to explain that he didn’t have tablets in stock, as most of his patients were farm animals. He said that he could give the bipeds a prescription to get the tablets at a pharmacy.
The male biped asked, “A local pharmacy?”
David replied, “In theory, but it’s unlikely they’ll have them locally.”
The male biped asked, “Where will we be able to get them?”
David named a place almost two hours away as “possible” and a place three hours away as “much more likely”. The bipeds looked horrified.
David said, “If you decide on injections, I can give you everything you need and I will show you what to do. Take a few minutes to talk it over and decide.”
The bipeds turned to each other and started discussing it in English.
The male biped said to the female, “I think it should be your decision. I’m catching an early flight and will be away most of the week. You’re going to be looking after Clowie.”
She said, “The injections make sense, given the circumstances, but I don’t know if I can.”
He said, “I’m sure you can, if that’s what you decide. I think David will be patient about showing us what to do, but if you would prefer tablets then we’ll drive around until we find some.”
She went over the pros and cons a few times. The points against the injections didn’t take her long as, let’s face it, the only one was that she didn’t want to do it!
She announced, “I’ll do the injections!”
The male biped asked if she was sure before reverting to Spanish and telling David the decision. David nodded and started to get the things he needed out of his bag. He demonstrated each step slowly and carefully as he gave me the first injection. He asked my bipeds if they understood and whether they had any questions. The female biped said she understood what she had to do.
David said that if they had any worries they should take me to a vet. He said that if everything seemed fine, I should be checked by a vet in ten days time. My bipeds said that we would like to see him for that check. He made sure we had his phone number and said to ring in ten days to arrange it, but to be sure to call sooner if we had any worries.
He then got a fresh, sealed bottle of the antibiotic liquid, along with some needles and syringes, out of his bag and handed them to the female biped. She took them and went to put them safely in the car.
As she reached into the car, she noticed that David was preparing to leave and she asked the male biped, in English, “Could you ask about payment while I put these somewhere safe?”
Before the male biped could say anything, David replied, in Spanish, “You can pay me the next time you see me.”
The female biped, in English, said, “You speak English!”
David answered in Spanish, “I read English, mostly veterinary journals. I speak very little.”
The male biped said, “You obviously understand it, but you never said a word!”
David smiled and said, “Why would I? There was no need. Between you, you told me everything I needed to know.”
The bipeds thanked him for his help and we got back in the car.
We hadn’t gone far, when the female biped said, “I don’t believe it!”
The male biped said, “It’s one of those days. Which part?”
She replied, “The part where I said I’d inject Clowie!”
He said, “Oh, the part where we found out right at the end that David has a good knowledge of English was high on my list. It would have reduced our stress levels to know that sooner!”
The bipeds continued chatting about the strange events of the day while we travelled. I rested, thinking that the day’s excitement was over. It was one of those rare occasions when I was mistaken, but I’ll tell you about the rest of our day another time.
See you next Wednesday!