Friday I had to take my 17 year old dog Tasha in to the vet for her final visit.
I know the exam rooms at this clinic tend to have a bit of echo. Even though these are small rooms, there is nothing to absorb sound, so it bounces around.
The vet tech helping me initial was a young woman with a high, soft voice. I explained I wear hearing aids, but I still don’t hear well, so please speak loudly. At the end of the initial intake, we were both frustrated. I was a bit angry, she was clearly lost as to what to do. I’d had to ask her to speak louder and repeat Every. Single. Sentence. I don’t think - actually, I am sure she had any idea how to project her voice.
Once the vet came in, male, I had no problem. He brought a different tech in with him, her voice was a lower register, and she spoke loudly and clearly. I had no problem with her, either.
This made an already difficult situation much worse. I’m not sure what else I could have done. Perhaps I should have requested that she - the initial tech - send in someone else.
Photo of my girl Tasha, bichon frise’ is from April of this year.