Sometimes I think I'm really boring

Reading over my last post, I find myself whiny, annoying, and generally uninteresting. While I'm still in a pretty awful mood, I'm going to try not to whine too much today. I've got a cat purring in my lap, so things just can't be that bad. Our spay dog from last week was adopted this weekend - I'm so glad that she's not living in a cage anymore. I'm going to try once again to post a picture of her:

Oh good, it appears to be working. Isn't she cute? Check out those muscles!

And while we're at it, here's our first spay dog, on which I was the primary surgeon. I don't know what happened to her, but I'm sure she's been adopted by now. They do a pretty good job of getting these girls into new homes. The picture totally doesn't do her justice, but here she is:


Trying to be positive. Looking at these dogs whose lives I've been able to touch makes me feel a little better about myself. Plus, I did surgery and the dog survived. So that's cool.

Trichotillomania

Tearing out my hair this week. Too much to do, too little time, too many crazy girly hormones making me act/feel like a bitch. Our spay dog, while a total cutie (I tried to upload a picture, but that crashed the browser, so you'll just have to trust me), was also something of a nutcase. 22 kg of pure muscle who refused to allow much manipulation. We couldn't take a temperature or draw blood until she was totally out, which took 45 minutes despite a whopping dose of pre-op drugs. So we were the last group to start surgery, and the last to leave recovery. She needed extra drugs so she wouldn't destroy us while we waited for her to warm up post-spay, not that we could get an accurate temperature since we couldn't get near her rear end. And of course by morning she was a sweet puppy again. Despite all the trouble she gave us, I'm still sad to send her back to PACCA. She's a cute dog, though, so she should find a home. Hopefully with people who know a good trainer...

So that was Wednesday. Thursday after class I had my ES history/PE experience, which was blessedly short due to the near-total lack of animals in ES at the time. No one really wanted four clueless third-years prodding at the single patient, a recently unblocked cat, so we examined a perfectly healthy dog belonging to a clinician. Thursday night we played an intramural football game. We remain undefeated (woohoo!) and I actually caught the ball. We scored on the next play. It was totally awesome. R threw a touchdown pass later in the game, and I was proud to be her roommate. Just a few more games to go for team Tie & Lock. I'll miss football next year - it's been a nice change from the daily grind.

So then there was the Med/Surg exam this morning. Yes, I played football the night before an exam. And no, I hadn't gotten through all the lectures yet at that point. It wasn't too bad, though... and it seems like no matter how much or how little I study for Med/Surg, I always end up with a B. Hopefully that continues to hold true.

Reading this over, the week actually doesn't sound that bad. Most of the stress came from trying to study Med/Surg in the middle of a surgery week with an uncooperative dog. Our next one's gonna be worse, though - test monday, surgery wednesday (and I'll be the anesthetist, which is so much less fun than surgeon or assistant), and then another test friday. And it's the week after Thanksgiving. Great. Hopefully I'll be less irritable that week. Going home for a few days and just not being with the same people every single freaking day will be nice.

Oh, and I got Early Entry (everyone who applied got it), so I'm happy about that. My first rotation (in January) will be Large Animal Emergency/Critical Care. Oy vey.

Off to sew up teddy bears for little kids in the morning at the Commerce Bank Carnivale of the Dogs in Rittenhouse Square. Should be entertaining.