We started with a test on Mon and the moved to a test today at 6:30am. The sun was not even awake. And there was a crap ton of information.
I did not do as well as I had hoped but other people are saying it was one of their worst tests in vet school so I guess since it was not even close to my worst then that means I did well? I don't know if that logic follows, but I'm gonna go with it.
This has made me tired and crabby. However, Mike deals with me well when I am like this. I think I will keep him.
Plus everyone came to visit this weekend! My aunt and uncle came down for the BBQ contest - my uncle judges them - and we just hung out in Columbia. Columbia is a pretty cool town, I mean they have a place that sells strictly alcoholic slushies. How can that be bad?
Ok I apologize that this was probably the least interesting post ever. I'll do better, I promise, when I have rested from this week. I will tell tales of the ICU or at least be entertaining, but right now this is how I feel...
