Thursday, January 27, 2011

Physiology is the Devil.

I currently feel like this (See picture below):



It's been a long day. I'm tired, I'm crabby, and I have a Physiology test tomorrow over GI function which means I will be able to resolve none of the issues listed above tonight. >_< So...Here's my token whine post. WAHHHHHH!

I will spend a majority of the next 12 hours studying, curled into a tiny ball, and feeling sorry for myself. Look's like my night is all planned out.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

After 4 Hours in Any Lab...

...You begin to lose what little mind that you actually had left. Today, my three hour parasitology lab turned into a four hour journey into the bowels of hell and confusion. I exited broken, confused, and a shadow of my former self. Okay. That may be an exaggeration, but it was pretty horrible to spend the entire lunch period looking into microscopes at things that all looked the same to me.

A crappy little comic I did summing up my feelings about the previously mentioned 4 hour Parasitology lab. Feel free to enlarge if you wish and ignore my crappy artwork. And, because my handwriting sucks, the raccoon teacher is explaining that "Strongylus edentatus has no teeth in it's buccal cavity while Strongylus equinus has two teeth!"

Of course, I can't really count the teeth because to me, they all just look like fuzzy blobs in a mouth. Blah...Enjoy!



The above comic was spurned during an exceedingly long CCE class about Nephrology which happened right after I got out of my four hour lab. >_<

Hopefully, as I get time, I can make some more doodles describing my vet school experiences because there are only so many things that one can say with words.

Oh, in case anyone is counting, there are 105 days left until the end of this semester. ^-^

Monday, January 24, 2011

If All Else Fails...

...Get on the Fail Boat and ride it across the river to victory. I have learned, in time, that life is not perfect. If life was perfect, than there would certainly be a good deal less to look forward to and few surprises to be had. It is in this very thought that I have learned to find solace and comfort when all else fails.

Having spent a good deal of my life trying to achieve my idea of perfection, I know all too well the struggles that one faces when they find out that no matter how hard they strive, they will never reach their goal level of achievement. It can be taxing to understand that some people shall find ease and comfort in certain areas while others flounder in the seas of uncertainty, trying to forge ahead and not sure which way to go. Surprisingly, it is through this understanding that I have found great peace in my life. After all, when you no longer struggle to be the best, your mind is then opened up to true learning that, unlike your test grades, will follow you the rest of your life. While an A student may graduate top of their class, a C student still graduates with their Doctorate and as the contemporaries (not underlings) of the top of the class. I find no reason to count myself ahead of anyone else nor do I find the need to mourn my place as average or ordinary. We are all extraordinary in our own ways and, to that point, we all must coexist as the truly wonderful, unique, and outstanding individuals that we are. Whether you are top of your class in academics, a brilliant artist, a phenomenal writer, or the best philanthropist this side of the world, find the beauty in ourselves, the acts that you perform, and the talents that you possess. In the end, treasure is relative to the individual perspective. No one can make you see the beauty in yourself, but others most certainly can see it, and I think I am just beginning to see my own.




Below is a dream avatar creator for the site TinierMe. It was too adorable not to post. So...Deal with me. XP

Saturday, January 22, 2011

When Does It Really Start?

I still feel as if I'm working through some ridiculously grueling and tiresome post graduate work in general sciences. Not that there's anything wrong with post-grad work in general sciences, but I'm a vet student for goodness sake! I want to feel like I'm studying veterinary medicine. I want to touch animals once in a while. I've been told by upper classmen that most vet students reach this block. You're in vet school, certainly, but are you really learning to be a vet? I know that you can't run without learning to walk, and I know that you can't walk without learning to crawl. However, I grow so tired of wading through the muck and mire of physiology and minute detail anatomy.

It may sound foolish of me, but I feel as if I've learned nothing. Of course, I'm only two weeks into my second semester of school, but I thought at this point I would feel different in some way. Maybe after this semester, I'll feel like I know more than I did when I started.

I guess that's my rant for today. Back to reading my physiology book and dreaming about making a shiny ponyta cosplay (spoilers to come later).

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Comparatively Awesome

No day can be completely horrible when you get to stick your entire arm inside a cow's rumen. This fact is insurmountable, and no one can convince me otherwise. For anyone that's unfamiliar with cows, rumens, or the joy of fermenting microbes, I'll clear you up on the whole ordeal. First, you start with a cow.

Meet Ruby.



She has a port in her rumen. In addition to providing one with hours of uninterrupted conversation, she also donates rumen fluid to other cows in need as well as teaching countless students about rumens and cows alike. You could say that Ruby is one of the most respected teachers in the school, but you wouldn't think that when you met her. She's completely unassuming about the whole thing and content with just teaching for the love of it...and eating grass.

Now, rumens are tricky things. If you don't know anything about cows, like I didn't when I started school, you might not even know that such a thing as a rumen exists. (I'm not going to lie to you. I didn't even know of its existance. Rumen? Really?! What?!!?) A rumen is, for all intents and purposes, part of a cow's stomach. Being an herbivore, a cow must consume massive amounts of grass in order to receive the necessary energy content. For the cow, this means spending most of the day eating and digesting, a process that the rumen plays a very important role in. The rumen houses an extensive array of microbes which ferment and break down the grass consumed. Additionally, the rumen functions in absorption of these materials.

Here is Ruby's rumen port:



And here is the food in it and, if you look really REALLY close, you can see several friendly microbes waving at you. (A.K.A.- Nasty, Grassy, Death in a Hole):



To palpate a rumen, you first put on the longest plastic glove that you've ever seen in your life because...Let's face it, no one wants to free hand this shiznit. Once you are gloved and ready to go, approach the cow and prepare for the smell of the rumen. It's a very unique odor that I can't really describe for you. Given all the fermenting bacteria and methane they are producing, this should be unsurprising to you, but it still takes a while to get used to. While probing the cow with your arm, be prepared. If she coughs, she will splatter you and your closest colleages with her ruminal nastiness. I think cows do it on purpose. I know I would.

"Look Bessy, they are getting really close. Watch this!"

Please note, the smell tends to linger when you get coated in it. You can help to ward off angry stares you might receive from smelling like fermented grass by coming up with a heroic story about how you rescued small children off of a bus that was sinking in a swamp or some similar story.

According to my physiology teacher who was assisting in our palpation lab, the contractions of the rumen can be strong enough to break your arm if you have it in there at the wrong time in the wrong angle. More reasons why being a vet is way more exciting and hardcore than being a physician. ^-~

Altogether, a very awesome learning opportunity today. Now, tired and filled with soup, I retire to playing Ace Attorney and thinking about how I should be more obsessed with studying.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

I Cut Myself...

...Multiple times, accidentally, with a scalpel while removing the intercostal muscles in a pony today. While this only serves to illustrate my haphazardly brazen and poorly executed moves with my weapon of choice, it is still infinitely more badass than scarification and cutting oneself for the sake of self discovery (A.K.A.-"idiocy").

And, in case you are worrying, don't! I managed to keep my pony's diaphragm beautifully intact. ^-~

On the note of Pony Dissection, I'd like to leave you all with an awesome little piece from Jason Freeny at MoistProductions

Who does a vast array of anatomical awesomeness. Check him out now and be amazed! <3

Thursday, January 13, 2011

2nd Day Back...Are We There Yet?!

Today was my second day back to my second semester of my nine semester stint in vet school. On my first day back, my first teacher couldn't make it to class because he was snowed in his house. The class, of course, found this out after we got up at the butt crack of dawn and drug our sorry asses into school to sit there for another hour because lecture began.

In other news, the class of 2014 has picked up 3 new classmates that are layover students that did not finish 2nd semester last year. This is fine, but has created quite a seating problem as in...there are none. Every day, I show up and rummage through the entire classroom trying to find seats that don't exist. I get there about 10-15 minutes before class starts, but everyone else seems to have nothing better to do than to get there about 30-40 minutes early. Obsession, much?! >_<

Tomorrow, we have our first Anatomy quiz over the nervous system. And, no, I'm not sure what he wants to know about the nervous system. He really hasn't taught us that much about it, unfortunately. Alas, Day 2 and it's already begun its sucking the life out of me process. Oh well. What can you do?