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Thursday, September 27th, 2007 02:45 pm
I was informed last night in no uncertain terms that if I become a veterinarian, in fact beginning from the moment I become a veterinary student, I am not to come home and discuss "What I Did Today" with [livejournal.com profile] rfrench. He doesn't even want to hear a highly-edited-and-sanitized verbal description of a picture in that sports medicine book.

*big dramatic sigh*

[In the spirit of full disclosure I must admit I keep looking at some of those photos in an attempt to wear down my OH NO ICK YIKES reaction.]
Friday, September 28th, 2007 02:16 pm (UTC)
When I was growing up, my cousin Susan (in medical school near where we lived) would occasionally drop by for dinner. The conversation was occasionally a little more interesting than we were quite prepared to handle. :-)

I could compensate pretty well once I was in practice, but the later year(s?) of schooling would hurt. There are apparently a lot of multi-hour classes where you're standing. I figure if I get that far I'll do whatever I can do: bring in my cane seat, lean on the tables a lot, purloin some local anaesthetic (kidding!) :-)