For Evan, or, I Didn't Know You Could Do Titles!

It is almost 10 pm and I returned from the anatomy lab approximately 15 minutes ago.  We had a 7 am lecture.  Vet school is an all-consuming endeavor.  But it is really fun, and hey, it beats a real job!  Jessica and I were becoming slightly hysterical in the lab and eventually had to call it a night after repeatedly confusing left and right, attempting to connect the scapula to the radius and ulna (completely bypassing the humerus, which we found humorous), and finally degenerating into singing improvisational muscle-and-bone-interaction songs.  It is about to be exam season (Cell Phys-next Friday, Gross Anatomy-two more Fridays) so I think this is the beginning of a beautiful all singing, all dancing comedic anatomist duo.

Other major highlight of the marathon day: Indiana's "Near Death Experience".  My dog is a capital sissy.  We were running along in the park (I have started a marathon training program hahaha) and suddenly she gave a huge lurch, yelped and began furiously shaking her left foreleg.  I sat her down to inspect the injury, whereupon she threw herself onto her back and began howling and yipping to beat the band, refusing to let me see the paw.

So I had to carry her home.

For those of you who do not know her, she is not small.  Actually, I was informed (for the low, low price of $59.95!) that she weighs 45 pounds now.  That may not sound like a lot until it is squirming and yipping in your ear for three blocks.  I decided that since she needed to go the vet anyway, and I needed some advice re: heartworms and food, it was a good reason to cause her further agony by stuffing her in the car (who have not seen this spectacle: it's nothing, forget I mentioned it).  So, long story not any longer, my dog...was stung by a bee.  Or poked by a very tiny stick.

This pain, I can tell you from experience, does not merit the Oscar-worthy reaction it elicited.  She was loud.  She was three-legged.  She was surely going to die, right this very instant.  I initially suspected a bee but as the drama dragged out I was afraid of something worse.  Nope.  Just one wimpy labradoofus.  Who's now completely over it.  Sleeping on my couch.

I think I will go join her.  Goodnight, all.  TTFN.

Kate

PS To Evan: I took my box of sugary goodness to school yesterday.  I don't think I made any fast friends but I sure was popular for about 30 seconds.  Seriously; there were fights.  I got wet.  You would have loved it.