Every day, I sit in hours of lectures and labs, filling my brain with information about nutrition, diseases, and medications for all kinds of species. But I’ve found that once I leave class, I begin to analyze every animal I see for body condition score, the completeness of its diet, or any potential ailments or lameness.
For about thirty seconds, I see a cute fluffy puppy or kitten until my “medicine brain” kicks in and I begin conducting a mental physical exam. I feel grateful for all the knowledge that I am accruing, but sometimes, it is less of a blessing than a curse. My own pets have become practice subjects, as have my friends’ and family’s animals.
Similarly, it seems like every conversation my friends and I have revolves around something new that we’ve learned or a crazy presenting complaint that we learned about. Veterinary medicine finds a way to weave its way into every nook and cranny of my life.
Although I’m not a vet yet, everyone already loves to ask me for my opinion regarding any little lump, bump, or problem with their pets. I wish that I had the information to provide them with answers to all their questions, but I know that that day will come. For now, I will continue to gain as much knowledge as I can and embrace my ever-growing “medicine brain” as a gift.