It’s been a long, long, very long time since I’ve posted.  I swear, the time not posting has been spent either catching up on studying or catching up on napping.  Both are very important things, you know.

Let’s see….where to begin.  Well, we’ve completed the first half of Semester 1 of third year.  Classes have abruptly shifted from farming to actual vet medicine and man are we ever freaking out.  Last year at this time, I was being a fussy little baby having to learn all there ever was to know about grass – even to the point of needing to witness that grass recently grazed is noticeably shorter than grass that has not been grazed.  You don’t say?   And we were still in that goddamn anatomy lab.  Oh how I dreaded those long, 3-hour marathon sessions in Comparative Anatomy.

This semester, we’re tackling Pharmacology, Toxicology, Immunology, Virology, Beginner Surgery, Anesthesiology and Clinical Studies.  Our day ranges from how to catch a guinea pig to give it a clinical exam to how to maintain adequate blood supply when borrowing skin flaps from the neck to patch up a wound on the nose.  I know, bananas, right?

The most sobering part of Year 3 is that we’re learning topics that can help, harm or actually kill patients.  That kind of makes you really want to know your stuff.  But it’s not all stress.  I mean, come on, guinea pig exams!  GUINEA PIG EXAMS!

Let me take you on a little tour of our Clinical Studies labs.  Follow me, please.

First, we have Cattle Examination Part I.  Two hours and 45 minutes to go from the head, down the left side of the body and to the tail.  Part II is coming later.

Yay, something I actually know how to do right!

I stopped for a moment to give the resident Large Animal Teaching Unit cat some snuggles.  She wasn’t in the mood.

And now we move on to doggie clinical exams

It wasn’t so much that we were giving them an exam as it was us wrestling with dogs.  But with stethoscopes.

And now for our favorite – Small Mammal Clinical Exams.  As you can see below, you must first find the guinea pig, then you must catch the guinea pig.  Not as easy as it looks.

Listening to the pitter patter of little piggie heart beats

Then it was bunny time.  They don’t like vets either.

C’mon, admit it.  You wish you could hug a bunny, too.  Don’t you?