fresh fish.

first day of gross anatomy. on the whole, class was fine--i stripped down so everyone could use me for back surface anatomy, as i am simply skin atop bones these days.

today was dissection of the back and posterior triangle of the neck which is (of course) bordered anteriorly by the sternocleidomastoid muscle, posteriorly by the trapezius muscle and inferiorly by the clavicle. of course.

dr. schneck is easily the most knowledgeable eighty-year-old man i've ever met. thank goodness we have him for the first rotation of faculty.

i was glad for the step stools :)

and i would be excited to study right now save the fact that my water bottle decided to leak through my pen pouch all over my beautiful shiny anatomy atlas creating an endearingly blue soggy mess. wet books on first day of class=awesome.

in all honesty, when i pulled it out of my bag, i wanted to quit. hand in my scrubs. fly home.

sometimes it's the little things that do the most damage.

right, so, my choices for productive procrastination currently: eat, do dishes, run (away).



"and it's fatass by a nose!"
-hayworth, the shawshank redemption