Last week I watched while Dr. C extracted a pendulous two and a half pound mammary tumor from a sweet white Akita named Yogi.
The thing was the bigger than a softball on steroids, and its sudden absence left a hole the size of a small dinner plate in her skin.
Every time I watch a surgery, I can’t help thinking about Junior Mints, thanks to the Seinfeld episode in which Kramer sends a Junior Mint flying into the open peritoneal cavity of a patient in surgery.
But this time was different. I couldn’t stop thinking about meat.
* Gross warning. The material that follows may be too gross for some readers. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. *
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Dec 27, 2008 | | Animal Tales
Wee fish ewe a mare egrets moose
Wee fish ewe a mare egrets moose
Wee fish ewe a mare egrets moose
Panda hippo gnu deer!
Dec 24, 2008 | | Miscellany
I got my grades today, and I am thrilled to report that I got straight A’s. I think the last time that happened was in 1992. So why, you might ask, am I whining?
Because there’s no standard as to whether professors award plus and/or minus grades. In two of my classes, there were no pluses or minuses. In another, there were pluses but not minuses. In yet another, there were traditional pluses and minuses, and in the last one, there were some pluses and some minuses, but no A pluses. HUH?! Read the rest of this entry »
Dec 23, 2008 | | Non-Traditional Students
This sign above the entrance to the necropsy lab does not bode well for the weak of stomach.
Wow, I am a crappy blogger. But I’m a good student. Just finished my finals, which would explain why I haven’t even thought about blogging for a month and a half. Too busy learning the structure of tRNA and what family chevrotains are in. Yipes, that was a lotta work. I don’t remember school taking this much time the first time I was an undergrad, but then again, my grades also sucked the first time I was an undergrad! I am very proud of my A+ in organic chemistry, though, seeing as I failed general chemistry 16 years ago (it was kind of on purpose, but I still have a major chemistry mental block).
Anyway, today’s story is about the diagnostic lab at the CSU Veterinary Teaching Hospital, where I spent four hours a week over the last semester. The “d-lab” is where they do necropsies (i.e. autopsies), and where they slice up tissue so that pathologists can look at it under a microscope and diagnose stuff.
My first day I walked in and was struck by two things: 1) the god awful smell, and 2) the sign over the entrance, which reads, “Welcome to the halls of truth.” I’m thinking, “Oh dear, what have I gotten myself into?” Read the rest of this entry »
Dec 20, 2008 | | Animal Tales
Last week I watched while Dr. C extracted a pendulous two and a half pound mammary tumor from a sweet white Akita named Yogi.
