MySpace-October 26, 2008-Three Things I Forgot from The Big Blog

Wednesday, when we returned from dinner. Someone was parked in my spot. Not just someone but the dumb cunt that parked there before when I had groceries and really needed to pee. I was furious. I was going to have the car towed. It wasn't like the spot next to mine-the one belonging to the apartment of the people that she was visiting was even occupied. I was working up the nerve to pound on the door and demand that the car get moved and was preparing to have Joe hold the leftovers when Joe said that he would see if someone would move it. I let him because he knew how mad I was. I opened up the window and Joe explained that I was mad and it was better that he came over than me and explained where the visitor spots were. He was way too nice about it. ERR it makes me mad because this was the second time! Dumb bitch.

The bad deal about finals week? I dropped my cell phone in the toilet at school. I scooped it up pretty quick but of course hadn't flushed yet so it was pee water. I intended on washing the phone off with alcohol when I got home but fell asleep first. Then in my sleepy state it rang and I answered it only to realize that the reason it sounded funny was because it was full of water-toilet water.

One final thing that I meant to mention about White Coat other than that Joe looked really nice was that he was glad that he didn't put my coat on. He first of all would of been too nervous and secondly didn't think that he deserved it because as he watched all my classmates have their spouses, parents and mentors put on their coats he felt like he hadn't offered that much support. But who listens to me when I get bad grades? Or have a bad day in general? Who comes to school events with me? Who helped with the fistulated cow at Open House? Who had dinner ready for me when I came home from surgery every Thursday? Who listens when I bash my classmates? Who can offer a shoulder to cry on? Who cheers me on when I get good grades? Who asks me therio questions? Who always asks well thought out veterinary medicine questions and lets me ramble on with the answer? JOE! That's who! And that's why he should of put my coat on me.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger-11/2/11]

MySpace-October 26, 2008-The Big Blog You've Been All Waiting For!

Its the Big Blog You've Been All Waiting For! And now where to start...Luckily, I copied the list from last time.

Dog Jog
I'm still wrapping up the loose ends from Dog Jog. The final t-shirts got mailed out this morning along with the thank you notes. T-shirts (most of them) got delivered to mailboxes also this morning. Tomorrow, a final money count and then taking it all to Cali on Monday. I think it will be about $2000 total, divided amoung the humane society and the class of 2010. Its a shame it took so long to wrap up.

Finals Week
I don't really remember much at this point about finals week other than having a huge case of the 'I Don't Cares'. Cause I didn't. But really should have. I also was totally stressed about Dog Jog stuff and making costumes and other assorted business.

My Grades
For not caring, my grades were pretty good. Surgery class, food animal, food animal diagnostics and theriogenology-all As. Ophthalmology-B. Equine-C. Apparently having horses all of your life doesn't make equine any easier. Hmm...but I didn't have it as bad as some of my classmates leading me to...

My Classmate's Grades
Apparently, five people either D-ed out or literally flunked out of vet school from my class on this last block. Apparently, all because of equine. BUT all of the grades (or at least theirs) were adjusted so that they were allowed to move onto clinics. That's great on the outside but the block before one girl D-ed out by one point. Why wasn't her grade adjusted? Someone I know got a D by one point. I got a C by one point. Amberle on her first time through D-ed out because of one point on the summer equine block.  Knowing that people had their grades adjusted because they were eight weeks closer to clinics sucks. Anyway, some of these people are pets of certain people and I wonder if that has anything to do with it. BUT really, I just appreciate that now some of these people that have been getting good grades all along now have a big fat D on their record. It might not hurt their GPA that much over all but it should hurt their pride. AND I want to mention that I don't have any Ds. Not one. Why? I honestly don't know. Because I'm good at pulling things out at the last minute? Perhaps...probably...I wonder what my class rank is? Maybe it moved up nicely.

Dinner At Dr.Nagy's House
Monday, we had dinner at Dr.Nagy's house. Dr. Nagy is one of the food animal professors and she taught most of the food animal class and most of the food animal diagnostics class. (And one surgery.) She's really cool. We are the people in the diganostics class-there were eight of us in there. I was really worried about going because it seems because some of the cool crowd is in that class that I always get ignored. I'm always interupted when I have a good relative to topic story. But because the group was so small my absence would of been obvious. So I went and had a great time. We had a great dinner of pork and beef roast, salad, potatoes and ice cream and brownies for dessert. There was alot of good stories and ragging on assorted people. Nice. That's what I like.

How I Got A Baby Gate
Mary figured out how to climb the stairs. But not how to go down them. Which was a problem. It was also a problem because upstairs was often dark. And a problem because Mary is too heavy to carry down all of the time. And a problem because house training is still a little iffy. (She peed on the couch today as I got up to take her out.) So we blocked the stairs with chairs but if we went up them, she would push through them or shimmy underneath. We implemented a cardboard box. But all of it was such a hassle.
A few weeks ago, Dr. Middleton offered a baby gate upon hearing my dog difficulties. At the time, I didn't take him up on it because Joe couldn't give me an answer. But now it was clear that I needed one. Monday, Dr. Middleton brought me a baby gate. Its just funny because what an odd thing to get from your professor.

Surgery
I guess it would be two weeks ago now, but my surgery class did a C-section on a dairy cow from Foremost. I got to incise and suture up the uterus. I was terribly nervous about it. But the professor said that the sutures were tight enough and we were fine. The calf was alive. The cow was alive. However, last Tuesday, she came into the clinic because she wasn't doing so well. And then she died. And then they found that the incision had dehisted-i.e. the sutures had came out. I felt terrible. I sutured that sucker up. But then it came to the realization that it wasn't my fault. I was cleared of her death. The cow was given oxytocin which causes muscle contractions and milk let down. This is a good thing. The junk in the uterus is expelled and the uterus contracts down around the sutures. However, her cervix was not open because there was no estrogen present to make it open up. She was having contractions but nothing could go anywhere and the whole business burst! This wasn't my fault. This acutally was the professor's fault because he was the one that didn't give the estrogen.

Cornell Summer Dairy Institute
I want to go to this program over the summer at Cornell. Everyone that has went has given it high marks and said that it was essential if I wanted to become a dairy practicioner. Getting in as a problem aside, the problem is that the program overlaps three blocks. One by a total of five days (that includes a weekend), one entire block and like two weeks of another. I have to rearrange my schedule. Luckily, it looks like all of the professors are on board for this rearrangement and I can go from that part. I also found out that I would be able to find out if I got accepted early because they are willing to do that if there are scheduling constraints. I now need to work on my application. I have recruited two people-Dr. Middleton, when he was giving me the baby gate and Dr. Clarkson from the USDA to write me letters. I think that I will talk to Dr.Dodam and John Denbigh about the other two letters. I hope it works out and I get to go. Another problem though...the money. Its about $2000.

Joe and I
Joe and I were having some major problems last week. It was really upsetting. I won't go into specifics but I think we both know areas that we need to work on and things that we need to improve. And that brings us to...

Date Night
Joe and I decided that Date Night would be a good idea. Just one night a week that we would go out and do something as a couple. No friends, no dogs. Just us. I figured that this would help with some of our relationship difficulties because quite honestly, I was tired of dating Joe. I love him so much, don't get me wrong but I'm tired of sitting on the couch and doing nothing. If we were married or engaged that would be acceptable but we're still just dating. We should be going out and we never do. If I could of had someone on the side to just take me out I would but the easier solution was just to have Joe do it. So anyway, Wednesday, we went to Red Lobster. Joe got the lobster. He picked one out of the tank and the crazy waitress pulled it out. Joe kind of played with it and we talked about it. That made him feel bad that he was going to eat it. I had all you can eat shrimp and didn't get any extra. We also got some calamari and vegetables-fried broccoli and fried peppers. Weird.

Riley's Costume
This year, Riley was Little Bo Peep (or Little Bo Pup!). She had a pink dress with lace, white collar with lace and an apron. She had a little straw hat with a pink bow and blue flowers and a shepard's crook with pink ribbon and flowers too. I finished it this morning just in time to go to the costume contest at PetCo. Unfortunatly, there wasn't time to make Roosevelt's sheep costume so Riley had to settle on a stuffed sheep wearing a bow and bell. Roosevelt lucked out but I am still making his costume so expect some pictures. Anyway, Riley got her picture taken and stayed around for the contest at PetCo. And she won! Again! We got to say a little thing about our pet and I explained that Riley was a corgi and corgis were a herding breed but what better costume than Little Bo Peep. It would of totally been better though if Roosevelt had been there then I could of explained Riley herding him around. Or Teddy dressed up as a sheep. That would of been devistating. People's heads might of exploded from cuteness. And we wouldn't of wanted that.

White Coat and Joe
White Coat was nice. We had some good dinner and I was glad that everyone that came did. Lots of pictures were taken and eventually when I actually see them, I'll post some up. There was a whole proceedure of how the white coat was put on and who you shook hands with, who you hugged, etc. So as Martha and I were preparing to go onstage, I suggested that we give each other a high five. She declined but offered a fist bump instead. I took it but with the warning that I might freak out and hug her instead. On stage, I stayed the course, we didn't hug like everyone else but did the fist bump. Off stage, I told Dr.Dodam who loves giving people the fist bump that it was for him. He loved it. He teased Martha about being an intern and already getting to coat someone while as one of the top equine guys hadn't got to. Anyway, it was a nice night. I looked totally hot and well, good things happened.

Orientation
It was long. It was boring. It was scary. I learned that it is a real potental of my face getting stuck to an MRI machine after being flown across the room by the attaction of my dental implant and screws in my jaw being attacted to a magnet that is 30000 times stronger than the gravitational pull of earth. I haven't totally done my research on the full possiblity of this yet but I don't want to take any chances. We saw some video of things-oxygen bottles, floor buffers, guerneys stuck in MRIs. I think that might of been the highlight of orientation. I don't remember much else. Maybe the BBQ? Definantly not UVIS training.

First Three Days of Clinics
Well, the first day was orientation and I looked at a dog. I slept some in rounds. We introduced outselves. Dr.Meadows (whom I despise, but hope to less after this block) said that upon graduating vet school he went into a dairy practice. That's all he wanted to do during vet school was be a dairy vet. He was in that practice one year before his now wife told him it was her or the cows. It always seems that there are these stories of 'I was or I wanted to be a dairy vet and now I'm not.' Are they a warning? Anyway. I was the only person that wanted to do all large animals and definantly the only one that was interested in meat inspection. Essentially,  as Joe put it-'I wouldn't touch your dog with a ten foot pole.' ( Maybe he put it another way.)  I  also took care of a blood donor cat. They are suoer friendly and super fat. They make Roosevelt look halfway normal.
The second day, I looked at another dog. It was nice but took me forever. I don't feel like I did a good job or that the clinician that went over the dog later did a good job either. I don't feel like we addressed the concerns of the client even though they were concerened about a smelly outside dog. I expressed this dog's anal glands and felt a lump on its ribs. I was concerneed about osteosarcoma since it was an older dog but we determined that it was probably just conformational. Luckily, the clinician thought it was odd too and called someone else over to feel too. That day, I was also put in charge of a super cool dog named Ellsie that was there just for boarding. That turned into an ordeal that extended into today and hopefully takes care of itself.
The third day of clinics involved my ignorance. We vaccinated a kitten. I got a dermotology case pushed off on me. During which, I was accused of sleeping through my derm lectures-I did. I was asked by the clinician upon realization that I ddin't have a clue what I was looking for under the microscope how I would ever be a small animal vet because dermotolgy was like 95% of small animal medicine? That number is inflated for effect. To which I answered that I was going to be a dairy vet. Then the clinican dumbed things down for me. Its not that I don't understand. It's that I don't know. Especially when put on the spot. Anyway, that whole business continued to stress me out to the point that someone had to remind me to breathe. I was also told that my handwriting was super neat and that I should be a first grade teacher if vet school didn't pan out and that my handwriting looked like it should be put up on the chalkboard.
So that was clinics so far. Next week should be equally as exhausting. And Saturday, I have an ICU shift. I'm terrified.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger-11/2/11]

MySpace-October 22, 2008-Not Today

Just a quick note that I will not be getting to the blog that was formerly promised for today. I need to finish studying for a quiz that is part of my small animal medicine orientation tomorrow. I think I have that all day. I start on community practice. Probably the easier of the two. Unfortunately, not with any of my friends (i.e. Jenn and Kevin).
Tomorrow you will be treated with a very long blog showcasing my first day of clinics, though I'm pretty sure I don't have patients tomorrow. And perhaps date night. So if there's no blog, its probably because Joe and I went out for date night.

But as a side note, I want to state that the giant Obama posters sported by three, count them THREE, windows in my parking lot freak me out. The first one that was up kept catching me off guard early in the morning and really scared me. They are about three foot by two foot if not larger. They are all graphic design-y and well, scary. My neighbor has one. I think I need to get a McCain/Palin sign. Palin's my girl.
[EDIT-Orginally, published to Blogger on 10/24/11.]

MySpace-October 21, 2008-Things I Will Blog On Later

 Because I am sort of busy right now, I will blog tonight an touch on the following topics:

Dog Jog
Finals Week
My Grades
My Classmate's Grades
Dinner At Dr.Nagy's House
How I Got A Baby Gate
Cornell Summer Dairy Institute
Joe and I
Riley's Costume
White Coat and Joe
Orientation
And if I don't get this done tonight, First Day of Clinics

[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on 10/24/11]

MySpace-October 12, 2008-DOG JOG IS FINALLY OVER!

Whew. Dog Jog is finally over. It went off without too many hitches. There was some confusion about the routes. There was a definite lack of volunteers-I should of known better than to rely on Jill. Oh wait, I did. There was a lack of prizes for the winners-but secretly, the winners didn't actually run the full race and it was too complicated to deal with otherwise. Signage was put up alone in the dark, flour was used in place of sidewalk chalk, signs disappeared. We ran out of t-shirts which now have to be reordered and mailed. UGH.
The class treasurer was there and tried to make off with the money but I stopped her. I don't trust her any further than I can throw her. I don't trust her to give the correct amount to the humane society esp. after what she tried to pull with the 'we need to save money for the JR SR banquet' Oh wait, the money that was cut from Dog Jog was given to Whitecoatapallooza. Ugh.
And the Purina stuff made it here on time. It filled my living room and continues to do so. There were 27 rather large boxes but the prizes were nice.
I think I did a good job. A job that would of only been better had I had more time and more volunteers.
The next task, caring enough to study for finals without falling asleep.

[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 10/16/11.]

October 11, 2008-Illness Status and Dog Jog Worries

My neighbors are having a really loud party. I'm not going to complain because next weekend I'd like to have one of the same. I did consider breaking out the bullhorn that I got for Dog Jog and yelling at them. So I'm up. Mostly also because I fell asleep on the couch and started doing other things-i.e. playing games on Yahoo!. Damn this computer and its internet.
The rat found a good home. Wednesday morning I sent out an email looking for him one and essentially immediatly had about five replies. One of the pathologists took him for her mom. She thought he was cute. Of course now, both Joe and I had second thoughts about giving him away. He was cute. And there were two emails from people wondering how I knew he was a pet rat. Well, typically wild ones don't let you catch them or run up to dogs.
Joe broke his month of sobrity, He told me when he woke up even though I already knew-I found that typical half empty forty next to the bed. I asked what he planned to do about it. In my mind his options were another 30 days of sobrity or AA. He said he was not going to drink again but I'm sure he will this weekend while he's in St.Joe. I just want him to prove to me that he's not an addict. I don't deal with addictive personalities well. He's not doing a very good job right now.
Its a football game weekend which means I'm going to hate the world for most of tomorrow. Since Joe is out of town, I decided I'd park in his covered spot but block off my spot in front of the apartment. It worked tonight for the neighbors' party so I would assume it will work tomorrow or people will be towed. However, the downside of someone not parking in that spot is that it serves as an additional patio for party overflow. And its right beneath my bedroom window.
Only five more days of classroom work before I start clincs. Of course, they are five days of finals which I am horribly unprepared for but nevertheless five days. I would of thought that I would of never made it this far. And without a single D.
I finished my antibiotics for the UTI today. I feel better I guess. I still feel as if there is a dull ache in my kidneys. Like an aura of pain. Like when someone is too close to you without touching you. You just know they are there because you somehow feel them as if they are touching you. That's kind of what its like. Also, my cold is almost gone. I caught a virus about three days into the antibiotics and felt like shit some of the time esp. on Thursday when I had surgery. And now its been concluded by me and about four friends that looked at the spot that I have ringworm on my waist. Probably from the cat. At least it doesn't itch though they told me it wasn't supposed to. But when I had it before in high school it did teribly. What's the big deal about having it then if it doesn't itch?
Thursday was our C-section surgery. Dr.Volkman scared us all on Tuesday with the continued unorganization of the class and battery of unanswerable questions. Thursday, when a rough physical exam was done I rectally palpated the cow and determined that I didn't feel anything but if I had to guess the calf was laying head out. He didn't like that I didn't feel anything and had a guy do it but he felt essentially the same and I was justified as not just being a dumb girl. I then volunteered to do the surgery because I feel that as a dairy practicinor that I am more likely to do C-sections than the average food animal or mixed practice vet in Missouri. The two guys that also did the surgery did the bulk of it. I got too intimidated. But I did incise through the uterus and then sutured it back up. I did an adequate job. All that sewing of dog costumes comes in handy. The calf was delivered. A good sized bull calf that was confused as to why he was dragged from his comfy home onto the concrete floor.
The dog costume is coming along nicely though I have a lot left to do on it.
So Dog Jog is Sunday. My friends came over tonight and organized t-shirts for me. I think I have most everything at some level of organization and its just a matter of getting it actually together. Unfortunatly, I don't have the items for the goodie bags from Purina. I assumed that they were coming in today when I talked to Mike Factor a week ago. But they weren't in nor was Mike in class. After an email from me and several phone calls from him, the packages were shipped overnight. Currently, they have shipped from St.Louis to Louisville, KY. Because obviously that's on the way to Columbia. I tracked them online about half an hour ago and the one number I had was ontime for delivery tomorrow. But it seemed while the rest were on the same schedule, they had delayed delivery for Monday. That won't help at all! AHHH! Also, I forgot that I have to go pick up water and water coolers from culligan tomorrow morning. So I have to recruit someone to sit here and wait for UPS and sign for the package. All else seems to be going along well. Hopefully, I get that package.
Well, Whitecoatapalooza is happening much to my dismay. AND they are using class funds. I believe the amount that is being used is $200. The same $200 that was cut from the Dog Jog proposed budget. Of course, no one knows that part. After I got the huge lecture about keeping my spending minimal, ordering a tight number of t-shirts (which I might run out of and might have to do a reorder and might have to mail them out), and not being allowed to buy granola bars for people because we needed the money for JR SR banquet, that same amount of money went so the cool kids could organize another session of binge drinking. Because of my fantastic donation seeking skills, I think that we might actually make a profit off of the corporate donations. I'm going to get the bagel status and then carefully do the math, if there is what I deem an appropriate amount being donated to both parties, I'm going to purchase granola bars anyway and expect reimbersment. Stupid classmates...

[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 10/16/11.]

MySpace-October 6, 2008-Ouchy Kidneys, Rats and Dumb Bitches

I really should go to bed.

So I've been busily running around doing various Dog Jog stuff. We're only a week away and I feel like I still have a crap ton of things to do. Oh wait, I do. Saturday is going to be crammed packed full of things. And then there are those pesky finals...

Friday, I went to the student health center about my UTI. After being asked a bunch of questions and being met with skeptical looks, I peed in a cup and then was reasked the same questions and received the same skeptical looks. Then I was punched in the kidneys by which at that time hurt. And then told that yes, indeed I had a UTI and it looked like it was making its way to my kidneys. That's what I told them. I'm a third year vet student. I enter clinics in two weeks. I'm pretty sure I can self diagnose a UTI/kidney infection. So I got some antibiotics but my kidneys are still pretty achy.

Friday night, I went out and drank some. Probably not good for the old kidneys. Joe was the sober driver because this is his month of sobrity proving to me that he's not an alcoholic. You find your boyfriend passed out in his car in the middle of the day and you'd be wondering too.

Yesterday, I did some studying.
Today, I did some sewing and what vaguely resembled studying. And made a lasagna.

Today, I also found a rat in the parking lot. Faithful fans will remember last spring when I saw a white lab rat in the parking lot one morning. Well this followed pretty much the same thing. Riley got excited and proceeded to chase something underneath my neighbor's car. I looked and it was a rat. It seemed fairly friendly and after putting up the dogs, I called Amberle and we lured it out with some bread. I managed to snag it and cuddle with it. Its light grey and a male. Its cute and very friendly. Currently its living in a mop bucket in Joe's shower under the assumption that it can't jump out of either. I put up a note on the neighbors on either side of me but I don't think it will help. There's also a sign on the mailbox. I guess if worse comes to worse an email to school looking for him a home. I call him Tator.

Some dumb cunt was parked in my spot when I came home today. I was in a bad mood because of a Wal-Mart trip and really having to pee. I considered having the car towed but fearing it was my neighbor in C, I left a nasty note instead. The neighbors in C can't park to save their lives and it makes me mad because it pushes me into A's spot and they are parked against the covered spots. Anyway, I saw them come and get into their car and Joe came into the kitchen. They read the note, tore it up and drove off. Joe was going to take the heat for it if worse came to worse but I was still mad enough, I could of kicked some ass.

[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 10/16/11.]

MySpace-October 3, 2008-White Coat Fiasco, Surgery and Some Other Things I'm Sure

White Coat Ceremony is rapidly approaching which also means finals (which I really should start studying for) and clinics! I'm super excited to move over to clinics and my excitement could only be strengthened if I was starting with something I was going to really enjoy, i.e. something other than small animal medicine.
Anyway, White Coat is a ceremony where you have some one special to you put your white coat on you and say yea! you're going to clinics! you didn't fuck up and fail out so don't fuck up and kill anything (or at least that's what I expect them to say). Jackie and Casey and my parents and Joe are all coming to my ceremony. Its cool. Anyway, I went to RSVP the other day and pay my money. When the secretary asked who I wanted to coat me I said just the default person and who was it anyway? They said it was the dean. But they said it in a very judgmental way. I didn't think much of it and said it would be fine. Dean Olsen is kind of creepy and never is around.  He doesn't know who I am but its cool. I don't care. I mentioned the judgmental attitude I got to some of my friends. One of them initially said that they would have the dean coat them too and felt as if she had been judged as well. Then yesterday, I get this email that says that only two people are having the dean coat them and they wanted to make sure that I knew that I could have a family member, a faculty member or a mentor coat me. I knew this and felt that the email was kind of judgy and rude. Unfortunatly, I don't know who this other person is. I kindof feel as if we should do the same thing. I wouldn't want them to change and I'm the only one having the creepy dean put my coat on me. But I wouldn't want to do that to someone else either.
So I've decided to find someone else. This is where it gets difficult. Initally, I wanted Joe to do it. We've dated the entire time I've been in vet school He's had to deal with all of my emotional breakdowns over stupid classmates and classes and bad grades.  He's really supported me. BUT I knew if I had Joe do it that my mom would be upset whether or not she said anything. I tossed around the idea of having the dairy farm manager do it but since I hadn't actually worked for him in several years I figured it wouldn't be quite appropriate. So that's why I went with the dean. Then I got that judgmental email and decided that I better change my mind. So hopefully, I can get the RSVP sorted out and my dear friend Martha Rasch, DVM will put my white coat on me. This is why I figure she's a good choice-she's my friend and has been since 2001. She's smart and good looking. She's a faculty member sort of. She's a veterinarian. She's my grand big sib and helped me out through school. She seems like a great choice and I am super excited that she said she'd do it. I was a little surprised admittedly but still super glad. Then I was telling my mom this whole saga and was just getting to the part where Martha was asked when my mom interrupts and says 'Why don't you have your dad do it?' I was crushed. I never really considered my dad. I guess I'm a daddy's girl in some ways-he did buy me a pony when I was 16 and took me to a ton of horse shows. I just figured that despite the new sports coat and pants bought for the event that it wasn't something that my dad would want to do. I actually don't know if my dad wants to. And I've done some more considering. And I'm still going with Martha (so as you read this Martha, don't feel bad or anything, everyone really truely understands. But remember that I still have to check on RSVPing for you). And yeah, I still need to check on RSVPing for Martha. Oh well. My parents will be there at graduation and no telling where Martha (or any of my vet friends) will be? (Example-Where is Erick Lutzeier? I better be invited to that wedding of his!)

Surgery today was done on a three week old dairy bull calf. He was of course super cute. And I fed him a bottle this morning only to assist in his demise this afternoon. After taking a ton of drugs to keep him knocked out (he went down initally very well), he didn't want to die either and required a large amount of euthanisia solution to do the job. I did learn a lot from him. I castrated him and cut off one of his toes-after he was dead. We also turned him from peeing like a boy to peeing like a girl and cut out an eye ball. This was much improved after last week's botched surgery where we contaminated the abdominal cavity by accidently incising the rumen. Oops!

Dog Jog is going well enough. I don't feel like I have enough entries and am a little worried. I'm also a little worried too because I don't have a lot of sponors and don't know if in my last email I made it clear that I needed some conformation by Monday so I could get people on the t-shirt.

I have a urinary tract infection. I blame Joe and WebMD told me I could.

Roosevelt and I made our power point debuts today. Rachel Ray took pictures of me doing a physical exam on the most cooraporative cat in the neighborhood. Then the class gave Roosevelt a body condition score of fat. Great. He's not fat. He's big boned.  I love that stupid cat.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on October 3, 2011.]