Nervous

I'm very nervous about tomorrow. Starting clinical rotations at 6am.

I see you

I forget people read my blog sometimes. Comments and checking the tracker remind me they do. Yes, I have a tracker and can tell you check my blog. Someone in Worcester that uses charter checks my blog about 3 times a day *cough* Erin *cough*.

I've been studying for quite a while lately, my last exam EVER (other than boards) is tomorrow. My mind wanders and I think of the same things over and over - weekend plans, stuff I want to buy (think Marge and thinking of items she'd like to purchase), and lately concerts care of FNX.

A big regret of mine is not seeing No Doubt in concert circa 1998 when I had the chance. Gwen has gone all crazy. They were playing at the Tweeter center (something Woods back then) and I could have gotten LAWN seats. Oh well. I did see some memorable concerts way back when.

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I hate you.
I hate you so much, you have no idea.
I hate you for deserting me.
I hate that I need you.
I hate that I wasted so much time.

Piss like a racehorse

Instead of going to vet prom this past weekend, I went home to work. Other than not being able to concentrate or sleep well since, it went well. Made some buck. When I'm in class, we usually have lecture in 50min intervals with a 10min break in between. Usually, I have to pee at least every two hours. Oddly enough, on Tuesday at work I didn't pee for 12 hours. In another urine related comment, I think I figured out where the phrase "piss like a racehorse" comes from. Many racehorses are shot up with Lasix (a potent diuretic) before racing, making them pee and thus lighter and faster.

I forgot Wednesday was Ash Wednesday and am disappointed I missed out on ashes. I need to be better about church and being part of the community.

Erin hosted dinner at her place tonight. Very nice. I have had fish for two nights in a row and of course will be eating fish on Friday.

I have a disease

I have Raynaud's disease. It's comforting to know that I'm not just weird and that there are other people out there with the same problem I have. If you have been around me in the cold weather, you know that my hands turn white and if cold enough progress to purple/black. A classmate has the same problem, as do our mothers. She told me the name of the disease and of course I did my research. Oddly enough, one of the possible treatments include Viagra. I think I'll just keep my hands warm. http://www.webmd.com/hw/health_guide_atoz/hw180983.asp

In other news, I performed surgery on a live heifer Thursday morning. She did fine in the afternoon and I will check on her early Friday morning. I don't feel like explaining the surgery, but it was cool and I learned a lot.

Yay for the weekend.

Blog Palooza

I've been posting a lot. Better yet, this post is a veterinary school related/quasi personal.

We have had several nasty labs lately, in addition to the cow rectal practice mornings. A few weeks ago we played with dead horse legs. A fellow student mentioned that we have become desensitized to the gross factor and that if a non-vet person walked in would be appalled at what we were doing. This again occurred to me during the obstertics lab while 40 of us stood around and watched the vet cut up a dead calve with braided wire. And again today in lab while a pathologist cut up a recently dead horse with an 8 inch boning knife and watch blood pool on the floor. There are always some groans or dismayed faces in these labs, more so today. Oddly enough, as the pathologist cut open the cecum, letting digesta pour out, which apparently smelled bad, a tour guide and interviewees entered the lab. Here's your first intro to vet school. It was pretty funny.

While in lab, people have made remarks like "Now it's starting to smell in here" or "That reeks" direct towards me. Not that I smell, but lab does. I usually just nod and smile in agreement since I can't smell and I don't want to explain myself. Sometimes feeling sassy, I'll say "Oh, does it?"

Guys complain about girls being complicated, but some guys are just as bad.

Steak and BJ day

I'm been seeing a lot of bashing on V-day lately. I do dislike the Hallmark-created holiday and how some women get their hopes up and are sorely disappointed. In response to V day suckage mostly from men, some guy came up with "Steak and BJ Day." There is some conflicting sources reporting the date of the holiday, though it seems to be in March, probably the 14th. What a great holiday. You can't go wrong with steak and a BJ, he he.

http://www.steakandbjday.com/
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Steak+and+Blowjob+Day