In the past two weeks, I’ve taken five midterms, two quizzes, given a presentation, and studied every spare minute of every day. I spent my days in class and my nights hunched over my texts, cramming bacteriology and systemic pathology in my head. I’ve memorized tons of drug names, and bunch of virus families, and all kinds of zoonotic diseases. I’ve slept way less than I should, eaten way worse than I should have, and have worked as hard as I feel like I can handle.
In order to get through this, I’ve written pens down to the dry ink, killed multiple trees with my handwritten notes, and consumed countless cups of caffeine. Even with the systemic overload of veterinary knowledge and the copious amount of coffee, I manage to lose my ability to function like a human being. I stabbed myself in the hand cutting an avocado, got my toe crunched by a feisty cow, and fell down a flight of stairs. It’s really a miracle I’m still able to write this post.
On top of all this nonsense that makes my life sound like a scholarly country song, I’ve worked quite a few shifts on the farm, milked a ton of cows, and caught many sunrises as a result. I’ve also been struggling with the loss of my dog. I’ve been good at compartmentalization, but this time around I’m really on emotional, mental, and physical overload. They tell you vet school’s going to be hard, but man, sometimes it hits harder than others. After all of this complaining, I’m happy to say that these two weeks of hell are finally behind me. I plan on catching up on sleep, taking a mental break, and taking some time to mourn my Belly dog. Finals are in about a month, so then it’ll be time to get ready for those.
