Before school, fabulous, really, really great, except for the whole having to get up and out and go to school thing.
Morning classes, my brain, where was it? Well, I tell you, the instructors were not doing their parts to keep it in the room. Interestingly, my neurobio prof, who is this super cute little older man from Japan told us of how he and his roommate when he was working on a residency here in the states (I think) spent three nights a week for a whole year trying to learn how to play the guitar and he still couldn't do it. He tied that in somehow with neurons and the spinal cord...
Lunch, nap, been getting sick feeling all morning. Definite upper-respiratory problems have surfaced at this point. Nose full of mucus, drips at inopportune times.
Afternoon class, visited swine operation. Slogged around for two hours in pig shit and ammonia waste, not my idea of a good time, or even a mediocre time. If there was ever any doubt, which there wasn't, I AM NOT going to ever ever ever be a pig vet.
Went home for shower to rid myself of the stench. Had a nice first 45-60 seconds, then the water turned cold. I was already past the committed step to showering, so I had to finish in the cold water.
Grumpy, grumpy, grumpy.
Another nap.
Studying anatomy.
Supper with Troy.
More studying.
Now I am home again because I think that my brain might be somehow liquifying and dripping out my nose. The american people don't want or need to see that. My bed, however, is going to be just that lucky.
Now, some of you may think that the next statement is out of character for me, but you would be wrong:
I know that the past week and a half have had some stresses, trials, and tribulations, but those memories have faded and paled in comparison to the amazing and simple memories that I have acquired in that same period of time.