some day somebody's gonna make you wanna turn around and say goodbye

one. more. day.

and then I am off clinics.

which means sleeping more than 4 hours in a row, eating more than one meal a day

and handing over responsibility of some amazing horses that will forever define my residency.

I now know the true meaning of patience, trust, and endurance.

I learned my lessons in the days back in the dogwoods

left some footprints in the deep red clay



This post is an attempt at a break from equine herpes virus stress world and a throwback to when I had a life outside of the VMTH.

I am in love with the Chris Robinson Brotherhood. It's composed of about half of the members of the Black Crowes and is folk/rock/jam band tastic. I have seen them twice at Harlow's in Sacramento with Adam and some of my resident mates and they have totally rocked it both times. It helps that the venue at Harlow's is small and intimate. Though as Chris Robinson pointed out, the decor is reminiscent of a cruise ship.

My absolute favorite song of theirs is "Tulsa Yesterday" though "the Last Place That Love Lives" (technically a Black Crowes song) is a close second.



Youtube or various pirate sites are the best places to find their music: no CD/tracks released yet.

As for books, I am waist deep in Moby Dick. The beautiful prose is still a fair trade-off for the fairly monotonous essays about various aspects of the whale (including 3 chapters on whale representations in art throughout history)but I've been reading approximately 1-2 pages a day before falling into a sleep-coma. Though I am now fairly certain I could butcher a sperm whale with the help of Melville's DIY chapter if it ever came down to it.

PS- I definitely don't mean to sound bitter about my job; this is what I signed up for. What a learning experience. Some people go their whole careers without seeing a case of neurologic EHV-1, and I have 4. And in the past 3 weeks I've done 4 LS taps, 3 AO taps, put 3 horses in slings, and did a BAL and TTW on a respiratory case. But I could use some sleep, and when I am working on 8 hours of sleep in 3 days I find it harder to suffer fools.

Have You Seen Me Lately?

Chances are, probably not. And this is why.

But so far, so good.

Take me to the place where I don't feel so small

take me where I don't have to stand so tall.




Isn't it crazy how small someone can make you feel? How stupid and insignificant? Even when you know that you are right?

I had an argument with a resident in another department about my treatment of a peri-parturient hemorrhage mare. Though I did everything right, and the mare survived and is doing amazingly well, somehow this woman has made me feel stupid in her self-righteous declaration of what I should have done. All of her suggestions could have endangered the life of the mare, and were actually contraindicated. I tried to explain this without making her look stupid (we were in front of students and I didn't want to be as unprofessional as she)but now I wish I would have better held my ground.

I am a non-confrontational person by nature, but I need to stand up for myself more.

And after 6 emergencies on Sunday and a jam-packed first day back on in-house medicine, I'm exhausted.

Hope you enjoyed the Wailin Jennys.