The Veterinarian's Log

Good: Leaving Soon to turn in my Last Exam other than Boards. >.>

Bad: Cold is still killing me dead.

Good: Going to play with the Fozzie dog.

Bad: For the last time.

Good: CAN GO HOME.

Bad: If, you know, I don't die of headcold.

*falls over*

I've just walked out of my last lecture, possibly of ever.

...

Weirdest. Feeling. Ever.

EDIT:
Is it bad that I'm using senior portraits as an excuse to wear my boots? >.>

- Insomnia is starting to come back again, whee. Finally resorted to reading the most boring notes I could find last night to try and knock myself out. Bleh.
- Found out that yes, Immunology will be a take-home (both yay and argh) - that means I will, as of tomorrow, have four take-homes to kill off (one I'm still working on now), and three finals starting on Monday. *falls over*
- Senior portraits are on Friday, so I really really need to get some sleep, yes? And possibly get my hair trimmed, so it doesn't look quite so frizzy.
- So everlovingly tired. Today's gonna be fun, yes.
- Got a picture of Diego, my colony dog from last year, in my e-mail yesterday, from last Christmas. He looks so happy with his two boys. *snuggles computer screen*
- Annnd time for class. Whee?

First final grade of the quarter:

A in Orthopedics.

\o/

To Do: Monday
Walk Fozzie
Finish off the Feline Med test
Study for Anesthesia
Clean up room
Figure out what to do with myself on Friday


Still enormously freaked out over clinics. One month, people. Just one month. And then I'll be treating real live client-owned animals.

WAUGH.

( This got long, tl/dr )

That was the worst lecture of the quarter. For the love of small fuzzy things, buddy, if you know you won't have time to get through all those slides, DON'T PUT THEM IN. Spastically flipping through slides half the time just pisses us off.

Grr.

Anyway.

Am a lot of a zombie this morning.

So it is morning. Veeeery early morning. *squints*

1)Fozzie is here with me in the computer lab. He is being a very good dog and not trying to get into my lap.

2) I have small scrub tops on today! :D It is gleeful-making. Even more gleeful-making is that they're a little on the big side on me.

3) OMG. Coffee. One hour, and I can go get it.

4) I got this black tea with blackberry and sage from Nugget (I got supremely fed up with my cereal and... whatever one calls those pots of stuff I make diet and got some greek yogurt and strawberries and a kiwi from Nugget and had myself a tasty dinner), and it is kind of awesome. Kind of a lot. On Monday I had two cups 'cause it was so good... it was really too bad one of those cups was at 11pm. >.< It's still tasty stuff.

5) Kind of annoyed - I spent lots of time this weekend and Monday working on a take-home quiz for SA Med II, on a topic we haven't been lectured on yet. But I finished it, and then at class... he went over the whole quiz and answered all the questions before we had to turn them in. >.<

6) The last half hour or so of Biggest Loser last night still rocks my everloving socks. :D

7) Am anesthetist today for surgery - got all my notes written out (evidently it's a tiny little thing - 2.4kg), for both an adult and a puppy ('cause Frank didn't bother to tell me if it's a tiny adult or a cute puppy we've got). I did stick to my guns and not go to initial physical exam, even though Frank decided she'd rather do it alone than involve Trapper. I swear. They're both five. *eyeroll*

8) Mom and I were talking about this 'n' that (as one does) last weekend, and we started talking about James Herriot and All Creatures Big and Small (and if you haven't read that or seen the BBC drama, GO DO SO). It was decided that I was most like James, in that I worry about every last little damn thing that comes down the road, no matter how well-prepared I am. I totally sympathize in the opening chapter when he's riding up to Yorkshire, imagining what a boss named 'Farnon' would look like, and deciding he must be a portly German with a rich mistress and a horrible temper and fascist leanings and... *snerk* Definitely not a Tristan - I just can't be that even-tempered about life. I've tried. I suck at it. Definitely not a Seigfried - I'm not quite that absent-minded (or that spontaneously brilliant), really, and I don't tend to get loud, and... I don't drive like that. Honest. O.o

9) Now to take the Fozzie back to his kennel, and scoot myself over to see the tiny dog of mystery.

So, I either just rocked that exam or bombed it pretty badly. I refuse to think about it. I've got a surgery to do in... *checks clock* two hours.

It's supposed to be a cat spay, my final, graded surgery for this class.

...

It's a dog. Admittedly, a cute dog (named Sasha), despite the fact she's a Chihuahua (I took pics. Maybe, if the writing-up-of-surgery doesn't wipe me out tonight, I'll work on picspam), but still, she's a dog. Good for Trapper, who is getting graded on her anesthesia, because dogs are worlds easier to put a IV catheter and ET tube into, but not as good for me, because cat spays are (supposedly) easier. Of course, I've (sorta) done a dog spay before, and not a cat, so.

LALALA. I've got my coffee, I've got my notes, we're gonna rock through this dang surgery.

Miss Martha was most displeased at me for getting up at 4:45 (which, to her, is 3:45 because cats don't do daylight savings). There was much yawning in my face.

Also, had to get blood off of Sasha with a butterfly catheter in her lateral saphenous. In nontechnical terms - pokey needle in a tiiiiny vein in a wiggly dog. Because her jugular? MIA. It's there, because her head hasn't swollen up like a balloon and popped in a bloody mess, but even the head tech of the lab building couldn't find the jugular.

AND I DIDN'T EVEN BEGIN TO BLOW THAT BABY. How much do I rock? :D

Rode my bike to campus for the first time in four and a half years. Also got the license on it renewed, so TAPS can't take any more of my money.
Also got the downstairs cleaned, including whatever nasty died in the garbage (hurrah for Pinesol, ugh) and the pile of dishes that was growing in the sink.
Now, if I could just make sense of this Ophtho before Friday morning...

*siiiiiighs*

If I don't end up bashing both of my labmates' (Trapper and Frank)heads together in a last-ditch attempt to stop them from behaving like they are both five, it will be a good day.
*wonders why it is people have this need to behave like kids around me*
It is, to be fair, more Frank's problem than Trapper's (and who is surprised?), but this is getting ridiculous.

In other news, Martha the Wondercat does not approve of 5am wakeup calls. She gets that from me.

In other, other news, I brought my camera. Maybe I'll actually get picspam up. ... *eyes backlog* Lots of picspam.