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I am sore, I'm mentally fried, my hands are chapped enough that they've taken to bleeding without prior provocation, I got home two hours after I was scheduled to get off, and it's cold enough that it SNOWED in Sacramento and there was black ice all over the roads this morning.
But today I cut open a dog's bladder, pulled out enough gravel to make a mini zen garden, sewed the dog back together, and sent her home with a good prognosis without ever having done the surgery before.
I win, yo.
(also omg one more day and I can SLEEP IN AND DO THINGS THAT AREN'T DOCTORLY)
But today I cut open a dog's bladder, pulled out enough gravel to make a mini zen garden, sewed the dog back together, and sent her home with a good prognosis without ever having done the surgery before.
I win, yo.
(also omg one more day and I can SLEEP IN AND DO THINGS THAT AREN'T DOCTORLY)
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I'm sorry your hands are chapped, though. You've gone past lotion into salve territory. Like gardener's or farmer's hand salve. Poor thing.