i've heard a professor describe the pancreas as "flirtatious." (actually, his initial description was "lascivious," which is an excellent word.)
i have another professor who frequently professes his love for the liver. he's also swiss; someday, i'm going to wear my ich liebe meine leiber shirt, and maybe i'll get extra credit.
i have [unintentionally] dropped nasty dissection bits down the inside of my shirt.
i have actually gotten tired of mac-and-cheese...after eating it two meals a day for a week straight.
i have made so many trips to target and ikea that i've lost count.
i've somehow broken the new blog i was going to debut for friends and family to keep in touch with us. =/
i've only gotten more than six hours of sleep one night since the beginning of august, and that was when i went back home to madison for the weekend.
i've had to get over my inherent trepidation of city highway driving.
i've been told i "should charge admission to see [my] dissections." =)
i've already used up my 500-page printing credit. (?!?)
i have a scheduling/organization system that WORKS! =)
...and not enough hours in the day to do all the studying i schedule for myself. =/
i have honed my craigslisting skills and acquired new furniture...for free.
i've gone through oakland, and i survived.
i've learned crazy-awesome things about my own body, and how to use omm to help it heal.
i have a mid-term exam on monday.
medical school, and life on the
and like nothing i could have expected,
and i have no idea what i'm doing,
but there's nowhere else i'd rather be.