So much to do, so little time. My day planner (that I have faithfully reviewed like I said I would - pat on the back, self!) is crammed, color-coded and rather overwhelming. I have yet to outright forget anything, but I think that's more due to the constant fear that I will forget something that leads me to triple-check myself before walking out the door every morning than my diligent organizational efforts.

Today was our second junior surgery lab where we went through the motions of anesthetizing one of the dogs used in our teaching animal program. I volunteered to come in early (hello, darkness) to walk our dog, perform a physical exam and "SOAP" (subjective, objective, assessment and plan) our dog. I got there much earlier than everyone else and had this constant feeling of "it must not be today!" while led me to repeat to myself that today was indeed Thursday. With the way time has been flying, I really can't blame myself for not knowing what day of the week it is.

Anyway, my morning was successful. When it came time to start preparing our dog for anesthesia (injecting sedatives and placing an intravenous catheter), it began to unravel. Suffice to say that our dog, who was a hellhound for a simple blood draw, was not much improved by a heavy dose of sedative. Fortunately we managed to get her induced and everything went so smoothly after that. We even finished earlier than I had expected - woo!

After running on pretty much just adrenaline (I didn't eat until noon), I crashed pretty hard after the lab. I snoozed for a bit before the room got crowded with the lunchtime regulars and then ate my peanut butter sandwich like a zombie. Then I sat through three more hours of lecture and alternately wanted to cry and burst out giggling. I get a little drunk-like when I'm that tired. I managed to restrain myself from falling into bed directly upon arriving home and got a Diet Pepsi for caffiene into myself (which my body fought pretty hard..ergh) in order to complete the rest of our packet for the lab this morning. It is now 7:18pm local time and I'm eyeing my room. I don't even want dinner, I just want to sleep. Seeing as we haven't even gotten into the "serious" surgical labs (you know, like actual surgery), I continue to feel intimidated for the rest of the semester. But hey, I'm almost three weeks deep, and I doubted my mental fortitude to make it this far. So I'm going to keep following Dory's advice and just keep swimming...