All day dissections are slightly torturous. You sit there at 9 am and think "Oh, shite, I'm not getting out of here for good until 3:30pm. How am I to survive?"
That was what I went through today. We had a block from 9am to 12pm to get our hind limbs off our dogs, and then came back an hour later to dissect the entire hind limb. My brain is no longer functioning. Solution? Bar 55 for 2-for-1 drinks. Afterwards, maybe my brain will begin to work again.
Then again, maybe not.
I just have to keep reminding myself that this is what I signed up for, and that I'm actually REALLY happy to be here (because really, I am).
But this picture from The Animal Blog made me smile (thanks to my sister for making this possible):