Wednesday, August 7, 2013

End of 2nd year, and the Smith-Kilborne FAD program!

Well, it's been about 60 solid years since I last posted a blog update. I won't apologize, because (like always) life has been all over the shop in its usual array of wonders and challenges. I started and finished my spring term of school (oops, it really has been quite a long time!), which went well. I enjoyed last term a lot more, because we really got into some good satisfying clinical courses. I loved surgery and anesthesia the most, but I also really enjoyed ethics. I wish public health could have been more substantive, given that it's one of my passions. I presented a lunch talk called Pit Bulls and Breed Specific Legislation: Practical Solutions for a People Problem to my school in April, and it was an incredible experience. It was very well-received and well-attended, much to my poor nervous tummy's chagrin. As soon as I settled into it, it was a phenomenal opportunity for me to be able to speak about something I am incredibly passionate about. My ethics professor even offered extra credit to any of my classmates who attended and then wrote about it afterwards! I made the Dean's List again this past term, and also received a scholarship for this coming year at the annual awards ceremony. Unfortunately, I had to miss the actual ceremony for a pretty cool reason- I attended the Smith-Kilborne Foreign Animal Disease Program in New York in May! 

At the end of May, I left Corvallis to drive to Portland at 3AM for my 6AM flight to Chicago through to Syracuse. I arrived tired but excited and met the rest of the group of second year vet students representing each vet school in the States (and one each from Canada and Mexico!). What an incredible group of brilliant minds! I loved meeting all of these diverse folks with a mutual appetite for public health. At a fancy welcome dinner on the first night, we had a speech from Alfonso Torres, a most brilliant yet humble man who also happens to have been the Chief Veterinary Officer of the United States. He discussed why the program came to be named Smith-Kilborne, after Theobald Smith, MD (epidemiologist and pathologist), and F.L. Kilborne, DVM. Their research together resulted in the first established link between vectors (ticks) and disease in both humans and animals in 1893. This was the first account of a zoonotic disease (one that is transmitted to humans by other animals), and because they were a physician and a veterinarian working together, they were a shining example of the One Health Initiative, which is near and dear to my heart. 

http://www.onehealthinitiative.com

We spent 3 days at Cornell College of Veterinary Medicine learning from the top experts internationally in areas such as Foot and Mouth Disease, Transmissible Spongiform Encephalopathies (TSEs, which include diseases such as "mad cow"), High-Pathogenicity Avian Influenza ("bird flu"), vector-borne diseases, zoonoses, outbreak investigations, wildlife disease control, international veterinary medicine, and myriad other aspects of public health. We worked in groups most of the time and had a ton of practice presenting information to a variety of audiences that we would be expected to address as veterinarians working in public health. These ranged from colleagues and academics to the general public in a (hilarious) talk show format. 

As veterinarians, we will be expected to be knowledgeable about a multitude of different diseases that affect humans; indeed, vets are at the forefront of research and investigations into many of the most pressing emerging diseases making front page news today. With around 70% of newly emerging diseases suspected to have non-human animal origins, it's never been more important for vets to take an active role in protecting the health and welfare of both animals and humans. After completing the coursework at Cornell, our group traveled by bus for 7 hours to Mystic, Connecticut, a charming little coastal town on the East coast. This would be our home base from which we would travel to the Plum Island Animal Disease Centre. I was so incredibly excited for this opportunity, which few people ever get to have. PIADC is run by the United States Department of Homeland Security, and to be honest, I signed a non-disclosure agreement prior to my time there so won't talk about specific details a whole lot. 

Nonetheless, I will say that we got to experience 2 full days there during which we learned about a number of particularly nasty foreign animal diseases that could potentially devastate our food supply. One of the primary objectives of the centre is to train veterinarians to be Foreign Animal Disease Diagnosticians (FADDs). The FADD course is an intensive 2 week training session which confers the aforementioned title at the end for qualified vets. This means that if other vets in practice around the country come upon a suspicious case (for examples, vesicles in a pig or a cow), the nearest FADD can swoop in and take the required samples for testing, set up appropriate quarantine procedures as necessary, etc. Obviously, the Plum Island facility is heavily bio-secure, so we had to engage in the hilariously awkward group showering procedures in order to get in and out of the "dirtiest" areas. It was an absolutely incredible experience, and one for which I am so grateful. I have to thank the USDA/APHIS for fully sponsoring my attendance, as well my school for selecting me to represent Oregon State College of Veterinary Medicine. A very special shout out goes to my amazing professors, who graciously allowed me to miss 9 (!!!!) days of class and labs in the final weeks of term, without penalty. I was even allowed to reschedule two final exams! I really feel like I am being supported through my schooling by the most amazing group of caring, invested people.

After arriving back in Corvallis from New York, I was glowing with happiness and took my federally-mandated 5 day quarantine from ruminants, pigs, poultry, and pet birds like a champ. That happy glow was suspended temporarily in order to write two exams the morning after my arrival, jet-lagged and newly stricken by a nasty cold. I have to say though, I couldn't help but feel a little triumphant when I scored top marks on my public health final...that was kind of a proud, but not-unexpected moment given my complete and total immersion in the topic for the past week and a half. I got through the rest of my finals, as well. It was stressful to not only study hard as usual, but also to catch up on all the examinable material I had missed. Still, this most incredible experience was one that I'll always feel very grateful and honoured to have had! 

I will be presenting to my student body and faculty in October about my time at the Program, and I am pretty thrilled to be able to unleash my (not-so) inner public health nerd on my audience. It's very likely that some local public health professionals will be in attendance, including the Oregon state veterinarian. Exciting stuff! In order to avoid creating some sort of novel, I will return at a later point to blog about my summer experiences so far *after* finishing up the term. Lots more adventures ahead! Happy summer, everyone! 




Thursday, April 4, 2013

Stuff and things

Well hello there, bloggy folks. Here's a quickie on a Wednesday night to quench your thirst for Caitlin blog updates, or as I like to call them, "semi-annual self-soothing mental hostage negotiations". That is to say, I often post when I should be doing something more important, but have somehow worked myself into a mental frenzy for one reason or another and require some form of healthful outlet in order to talk myself down. But I digress. "How is vet school?", you must be wondering. "How did her exams go?" "What music is she listening to right now?" and most importantly, "DID she finally get that haircut she so desperately needed?!"

Well panic no more, friends. The answers, in no particular order, are "fine, The Cinematic Orchestra, yes, and busy". In all honesty, I feel that this pretty much covers last term in its entirety. The point is, it's done- I am now 2/3 of the way finished 2nd year and have just been thrust (rather unceremoniously, complete with a wicked laryngitis) into my third term. My courses are Anesthesia, General Medicine, Surgery, Public Health, Epidemiology, Toxicology, and Ethics. All in all, a pretty awesome selection of courses! Lots of good, solid, exciting clinical stuff, just in time for a busy summer packed with more of the same. Also, today I picked a beautiful pink flower to wear in my hair- my first of the season. I'm a pretty lucky woman. :)

Aaaand I'm out. Told you it would be short! Lots of love from spring blooming, sunshine-y warm Corvallis. xoxo


Monday, February 4, 2013

Procrastiblogging

OK friends, step down off those ledges: It's time for an update. Your worlds can resume turning, etc.

I'm a month into school now. Where did the time go? No, seriously? I have no idea how 4 weeks have passed so quickly, but evidently they have. I've been busy, busy, busy. Classes are going well, and I'm really enjoying the material this term. I've had two midterms so far, Pharm and Clin Path (which was just today), and both have gone really well. Diagnostic imaging is pretty daunting, but I'm working on feeling more caught up with it this week, before a couple of big scary midterms next week. I've gotta say, sometimes when it's late at night and I'm hunched over my 46 lb textbook and trying bitterly to identify every stupid bump and bone and muscle attachment of the equine distal limb (not to mention all of the zillions of things that go wrong with them), I secretly yearn for the time when a lame horse didn't get dorsomedial palmerolateral oblique x-ray views...it just got the shotgun. It would save me a whole lot of study grief. ;) Haha, just kidding- it's a good thing I love 'em! I had a prof at Murdoch once say that never will you find an animal so incredibly determined to off itself, and I would have to agree there. Still, it's pretty incredible to learn firsthand about the advancements that have been made in the field of veterinary medicine, particularly with our large animal friends.

I've been enjoying the company of Emma's little old Cairn terrier, whose name is Adrian. He's been my little shadow and constant companion for the past month while Ems has been in Cambodia being her usual incredible self. We go for nice long walks and he is my little foot warmer when it's cold at night. I'm going to miss him when Emma takes him home! The idea of adopting my own dog has been more than a passing thought recently, but then I think of the amount of time I'll be away this coming summer, as well as the fact that I'm single now, and I realize that now is probably not the right time. We'll see how that goes- single or not, I've been adapting my whole adult life to having dogs, and I've always managed. I definitely can't see spending any significant period of time without a dog in my life, but I'm going to concede that right now, I have no idea what things will look like 3 hours from now, let alone 3 days or 3 weeks or 3 months, so I'll let the universe give me a little nudge when the time is right.

I've been going to the gym a lot here, and that feels amazing. I'm doing dance classes, and am getting back into belly dancing. There's a restaurant here in town that has hosted a weekly performance night every week for over 20 years! So if anyone even needed yet another reason to visit the bustling metropolis of Corvallis, there you go...you can come watch me on stage shakin' stuff. So exciting! I've also been trying out martial arts classes, because I would like to make that a part of my life again. My perfect recipe for well being has always been the combination of dance and martial arts- both feed different, but equal important, parts of my happiness.

Lately I've been dreaming about spending time in Ireland when I'm done with school. I don't know why, but it feels important to live there for a period of time. That might have something to do with Aidan Turner. While I'm there, I would like to take advantage of this dual citizenship thing and spend some time in England and Scotland, as well. Maybe I should spend some time working in rural practice, simply so I can work with the Cutest Cattle In The World, Highland cattle. Yes, you should probably google Highland cattle immediately. While you're at it, you should probably google Aidan Turner as well. I've got the major travel bug right now, but I'm trying very hard to be present and enjoy vet school. Sometimes that takes gritting my teeth and reminding myself that I signed up for this (says she, who is running on 3 hours of sleep and so very much coffee). That said, sometimes I feel like I have to pinch myself to make sure that this is all real. I am LIVING MY DREAM. I am the luckiest girl.

You're welcome for the most disjointed, uninspired blog post ever! I'm pretty sure this reads like my 13 year-old self's diary. Except without the lovingly-applied scent of Elizabeth Arden's "Sunflowers" perfume, and without the tear-stained pages and declarations that no one understands me. Fine, ok...NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME! *sob*

Aaaand, there it is. :)

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Happy New Year!

I hope that everyone had a wonderful holiday season! I am back in Corvallis after enjoying a very-much-needed month in Vancouver, being totally loved and just generally immersed in care and support by my family and friends. How very, very lucky I am! I'm grateful to have so many incredible people in my life, and I feel it especially acutely when I am away from them. Home though is in Corvallis for now, and I genuinely feel a warm attachment to my little town. I realized when I was home in Van that I had definitely built a normal little routine for myself here, so (with some mild surprise) I noticed that it was hard to keep up some of the positive habits that I'd established last term to maintain (regain?) my sanity while in school. Still, I managed to do everything from hiking to dancing to beach combing to burlesque, and even got out of town for a bit. I am definitely a mountains-and-oceans kind of girl, so being back in Vancouver felt like being plugged into a charger for a good long while until my batteries were once again humming with energy.

I have so, so much exciting stuff on the horizon. I love my classes so far this term, which include the following:

Systemic Pathology II: We're starting with neuromuscular and CNS pathology, and having Chester (my mystery neuro dog) thankfully triggered a profound interest in neuropathology, which has served me well so far.

Pharmacology II: I got way too excited about a two-hour lecture on cancer drugs yesterday! If I were to pick an internal medicine specialty to study, I actually think it would be oncology, depressing though it may sound.  

Diagnostic Imaging: Pro- learning to interpret radiographs is super exciting! Con- it's heavy on the physics. Enough said.

Clinical Pathology: Love it. That is all. My blood smears leave something to be desired, but I'm working on it! Wait, there's a chance that came out sounding weird. I don't even think I'm going to bother explaining stuff like that anymore- I'm just going to shrug apologetically and say "vet student". Except minus the apology. ;-) 

I found out that I made the Dean's List last term. That felt nice given that at the beginning of the year, there were so many challenges that I wondered if I'd be better off deferring a year. I've pushed through the struggles though, and feel much more hopeful about my time here now. I'm in a different place, and I am a different person- my relationship of 6 years has ended, I no longer have my Chester, and there is a lot of uncertainty in general. Still, I am making a commitment to investing my energy each day in things that are good and healthy and positive. It can be scary not to have any clue of what the future holds, but it's also very exciting. 

I found out last term during finals (after writing my Pharmacology exam, to be exact!) that I was selected as the 2nd year student to represent OSU at the Smith-Kilborne Foreign Animal Disease program in New York in May. I am HUGELY EXCITED! It's a massive honor- the USDA sponsors one student from each veterinary school in the United States to attend, so I'll be spending several days each at both Cornell vet school (!!) and the Plum Island Animal Disease Centre. I will get to nerd out to the max with 27 other (presumably equally nerdy) vet students. Here's some information about it, for anyone who's interested. 

http://www.aphis.usda.gov/smith_kilborne/

In addition, I found out over the holidays that I've been accepted for my first choice in RAVS trips this summer. I'll be spending 2 weeks in July in Spirit Lake, North Dakota and Cheyenne River, South Dakota. There, I'll be improving my surgical, anesthesia, and physical exam skills on two separate high-volume clinic projects. RAVS stands for Rural Area Veterinary Services, and is a program run by the Humane Society Veterinary Medical Association. It will be an incredible learning experience! I also plan on driving to meet the rest of the team- I have seen so little of the States, I love road trips, and I'd really, really like to drive through Montana and/or Wyoming. I may even see about doing a little camping in Glacier or Yellowstone- we'll see what happens and whether time permits a bit of an adventure! 

Here's some information on RAVS: http://www.ruralareavet.org/

I've also applied to be a team member on our own vet school's "pet" project, which is an annual small and large animal clinic on the island of Ometepe, in Nicaragua. It will take place in early September, and students plan the whole thing throughout the year, leading up to the clinic itself. That would be the icing on the cake for me, but we'll see. It's competitive of course, and there is a selection process involved, so I won't know for a bit whether I've been accepted. I am also looking forward to applying for a CAAT trip or two- I am so grateful that my summer breaks now coincide with the time of year that there are a lot of amazing clinic projects. This is the area of vet med from which I glean immense satisfaction and reward...it's always in the back of my mind when I'm studying, learning, and working. What information will be the most important for me to remember when I'm working in underserved, remote communities? What are the needs of the animals...the people? What sorts of diseases and parasites should I expect? Am I aware of any unique cultural perceptions in animal and human health that might impact the provision of services in these communities? There's so much to know...and so much to look forward to. 

This weekend, I'm volunteering on Saturday with a cat vaccine clinic in Salem. Sunday, I am headed to Eugene to volunteer with Pro-Bone-O for the day. It's nice to be able to do these things before things start getting really crazy with school, though let's be honest, I'll keep doing them even when they do! These are the things that keep me focused, keep me passionate, and keep me in the moment. 

Lots of love to all of you. On my mind, and in my heart. <3



Sunday, December 2, 2012

Finals week

Here's a very short, very academic-related post, because I know there are people out there (person? A person, singular? Hi mum!) who are curious about school, as it's a relatively significant reason for me living in Oregon at the moment. There are a lot of other things going on this week, but I'll stick to school stuff for now.

I have five finals in five days coming up. This past Friday was the last day of classes (read: Examinable material), and come tomorrow morning, it's the beginning of the end. That wasn't supposed to sound so ominous, but take it as you will, haha. First up, it's Virology, which I suppose is nice because for me, it's the least petrifying. I have Pharmacology on Tuesday, Parasitology on Wednesday (which I'm actually excited to write...what's wrong with me?!), Bacteriology/Mycology on Thursday, and then, the icing on the Least Fun Cake Ever, is Systemic Pathology on Friday. There are two big bads for me this week, and they will be Pharm and Sys Path. They're not actually "bad" courses in any way- to be honest, I really enjoy both and they are actually the most important courses I'm taking this term. This, I suppose, is part of the problem- the pressure quotient gets upped and there is SO MUCH MATERIAL TO KNOW. Why do we have so many drugs?! It's staggering. I guess I'll appreciate that as a clinician, but as a wide-eyed baby vet student, it's a bit of a struggle. I haven't had a course so heavy on straight memorization since undergrad, so it's just a different learning style I am having to get used to again. 

Sys Path has been really interesting as well- I enjoy the labs and I love that we get to use the knowledge that we are gradually accruing to solve these medical mysteries. Still, there is no way to retain every single bit of material we've been taught for this exam. Instead, I am trying to focus on the most important concepts: The most common diseases that we'll see over and over, reportable stuff because it's so important for disease control and public health, etc. I will be so unbelievably glad to get this week over with. Ems is coming down here on Tuesday for some much-appreciated sisterly support, and then we'll drive home together on Friday with maybe a little stop overnight in Portland to do some Christmas shopping. I can't even really let myself get excited about that yet, because it feels like there is so, so much to do before I get there.

Ah well, one day at a time is all I can do. Now, it's time to stop procrastinating, skim over a few more notes for tomorrow, and get to bed. I'm pretty sure writing a blog entry was LITERALLY the very last thing I could justifiably do tonight to keep from continuing to study...I already did laundry, went to the gym, walked the dog, organized my textbooks, made several lists and study schedules to avoid actually having to *do* said study, etc. Sigh. Wish me luck!

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Sweeping declaration

Let it be known that when you climb a reasonably tall tree, and then do a cherry drop on a (thankfully low-hanging) branch in an effort to gain back your youthful joie-de-vivre, but then you fall out of said tree because you are not ten years old anymore and you are sleep-deprived and maybe a bit hysterical, you have nobody but yourself to blame. That is all.

*rubs sore shoulder*

Apparently, I was riding a false sense of confidence high after working on some fun gymnastic-y stuff at the gym today. It felt so good to do some backbends and handstands and front walk overs again. It's also the first time in years, I think, that I managed a back walkover without any help. I fully want to be that 90 year old woman someday who schools all the young 'uns by sprinting up a mountain or something. OK, I'll totally be happy just to have both of my hips and all of my own teeth at that age, even if I am motoring around in a scooter with a flag on it with all of my ancient, toothless dogs crammed around me like some canine version of Tetris. I will also probably be wearing all the t-shirts with kittens on them that I want. But they will still be kind of sexy t-shirts (is there any other kind of kitten t-shirt?).

On the other hand! My sister Emma and her partner Steve are driving down here as we speak! I am deliriously excited, because they're already in Portland so they'll be here soon. I have heaps of study to do (being that I'm smack in the middle of midterms), but we'll be able to squeeze in coffee breaks and dinners and maybe even some cheeky drinks later on tonight. It's just that I don't want to have to study at all. You *could* say that I'm experiencing...an Emma Dilemma. Hey-o!

*crickets*

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Chester, Dixie, and Iska

...for when I need 3 very, very important reminders of why I'm in vet school.

Dixie and Chester and their (in)famous car snuggles- I guess they didn't have much choice. Ever try to fit 200 lbs of dog in the back of a Toyota Echo?


Iska- the best childhood friend a girl could ever have.


Dixie surveys her Queendom and one of my favorite places in the world- the South Okanagan, British Columbia.


More Dixie and Chester road trip antics. Super obscene, yet pretty adorable.


Those eyes break my heart. They used to watch my every move, and I miss that gaze every single day.


Chester was a water dog through and through, and I enjoyed exploiting his obsession for my own amusement. :)


Chester's favorite co-pilot position and signature move- his head on my shoulder.


Iska flaunts one of her (shocking) haircuts.


My girls. It is perplexing to me that in this shot the Cairn Terrier looks to be half the size of the Great Dane.


Dog of my heart.


The kids taking a break while hiking the North Coast Trail. San Josef Bay, Vancouver Island, BC.


I remember this day so well...a gorgeous, sunny day with the dogs in Fort Langley, BC.

Trying to get a nice, posed shot...take fifty. Ah well, this one's better, anyway!


Chester and I took a road trip every summer, just the two of us, for nearly all of his 13 years.  

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Sympathy, people.

Ignore the smirk, I'm in severe physical pain.

Here's the photographic evidence. I realize that from here, it looks like there's only *possibly* a bit of a shadow there, but in real life TRUST ME- I look pretty badass. Now all I need is a couple of tear drop tattoos and I'll be set. I think it nicely accentuates the ever-growing bags under my eyes, don't you? 

Shiner

Today, I add yet another amusing mishap to the list of Things That Only Happen To Caitlin. Almost a year ago to the week, I put my knee through a glass window in Perth. Yes, I was sober. This resulted in a torn meniscus, emergency surgery, a 4-day hospital stay, and my very own 5-inch Harry Potter lighting scar over my knee.

OK, so this isn't that dramatic- but it is pretty funny. The other night, I was playing a stupid chase game on the floor with Andy. He had his giant black Kong, and he was charging around (in that slow, kind of stiff, sweet, old-dog way), doing his best zoomies around the living room and in and out of my bedroom. I was crouched on the floor in my room, stomping with my hands on the floor every time he flew past me and thoroughly egging him on. His mouth was open in a huge grin, his eyes were wide and crazy, and he was growling and flailing around and generally having a grand old time. I have sort of a narrow hallway, and at one point he did a play bow at me, turned, and crashed into the hall closet door. It was the saddest, most hilarious thing ever- but maybe a bit more sad, because he yelped and dropped his Kong. When he came running over to me for some comfort, I was more than happy to oblige.

I gathered him up in my arms on the floor, and gave him some kisses on his big giant block head. Of course, I didn't pay close enough attention to the fact that he had frozen in my lap, and had his set of Crazy Eyes going. He was still in play mode. As I leaned down once again to kiss his head, he lurched out of my lap and went flying down the hallway to grab his Kong again. The only problem was he had first punched me in the eye with a front leg (complete with freshly-clipped nails- ouch) and, if that weren't enough, soundly slammed his cranium into my face as he made his getaway. It was like, "BAM! Gotcha! Oh wait- here comes my brain box for Round Two!" Andy 1, Caitlin 0.

I sat there for a second, started laughing, and then thought, "ouch". When I opened both eyes and looked up, there was Andy standing in the doorway, tail waving slowly and Kong in his mouth. He looked so earnest- it was like he was thinking, "what are you still doing down there?" Upon examination in the mirror, my left eye was red and swollen and I had a big scratch down the lid. At the time, I also saw the discoloration start...sure enough, on day three, I now have a little bitty black eye to wear proudly as a reminder of what Andy really thinks about me. I'm sure he's been waiting for an excuse for a long time. ;-) He's so cute though. Over the years, I've had far more "love" injuries from animals than the other kind. Chester gave me at least 3 nosebleeds in his life and many more fat lips from over-exuberant greetings, and who can ever forget the sweetness of eager foster kittens literally climbing your bare legs in the bathroom in the middle of the night? Pretty sure I still have a scar or ten as a result of that.

On a totally unrelated note, I am sitting in a coffee shop "studying" (clearly), and I have been totally eavesdropping on the most fascinating conversation about politics between a group of maybe sixty- and seventy-something women. I didn't mean to, but they have such conscientious, intelligent, reasonable arguments for everything. Somebody get these ladies a presidential nomination for 2016 (or immediately, if the unthinkable happens)!

Only 2.5 more weeks, 5 exams, and one major presentation to get through before I get to come home for American Thanksgiving (4 day weekend!!). Then, only a couple more weeks after that, and I have a month off to spend with family and friends in Vancouver. It can't come soon enough, at this point.

Well, back to work I go. Central nervous system drugs beckon! xo





Sunday, October 28, 2012

This is not the time for a blog post.

I very much have A MILLION THINGS to do for tomorrow, and then that pretty much doesn't stop until the beginning of December, but there you go. I'm writing one anyway. I think that the importance of documenting things that make me happy and remind me of why I'm here and doing this and slogging through mountains of skin path (ugh) and pharmacokinetics (double ugh) can never be underestimated. Also, run on sentences are perfectly acceptable in my blog, so there, perfectionism brain! No, you shut up! ;-)

Today, I woke up at 6 in order to get ready, walk the dog in the pouring rain, and then make the one-hour drive to Eugene for my first time volunteering with Pro-Bone-O (best name ever!), a free community veterinary clinic. The OSU College of Veterinary Medicine Shelter Medicine club has a relationship with this group, so vet students are encouraged to go and help out at every opportunity. Every time I do things like this, I get totally renewed and energized and feel so invigorated. This is my favorite thing, my raison d'etre. It's pretty amazing to be in the very fortunate, privileged position of helping to provide veterinary services to people who are otherwise unable to access it. There's kind of a glaring issue apparent when I think about how I wish I could make my living doing work like this, but no matter- I'll work at a normal grown-up job in order to take time away to go do things like this as much as possible.

I arrived at the clinic bright and early, and was thankful to have made it on time. This is because, despite having written myself two notes (one placed tenderly on my pillow last night, the other on the bathroom sink) AND scribbling on my hand, I still forgot the big bag of FeLV antigen tests that was sitting in my fridge, ready and waiting to be used at Pro-Bone-O. But I digress. After a minor reroute (and I saw deer again! Totally worth it!), I made it there and met the rest of the volunteer team. One vet was an OSU grad, and the other was a grad from Tufts in Boston. They were both lovely, as were the other people. When I arrived, there was a massive lineup of people waiting outside the building in the pouring rain with their dogs and cats. I got myself organized (ish), and was immediately put in charge of triaging patients. The clinic has a lottery system whereby the first 50 people and their pets get seen, but pets who are critical obviously get first dibs and the most rapid attention. There weren't any super critical patients this morning, but some were definitely in need of medical attention. Along with them, there were tons of appointments for vaccines, parasite control, nail trims, anal gland expressions, nutritional and behavioural advice, etc.

I worked for the morning with one of the vets, and she and I saw at least 25 patients. Some highlights for me were draining an aural hematoma (fun!), seeing my first case of rickets in an older dog, and successfully navigating a difficult situation with a client. The latter was not fun, but a highlight for me because you have to practice at this stuff, and my ability to remain calm, respectful, and professional led to an outcome that was satisfactory for both parties. For the most part, our cases were reasonably complex (dermatological cases in particular- skin pathology it seems will haunt me even on my days off). Skin problems are clinically very challenging to work with, even if you have every fancy-schmancy diagnostic and referral centre at your disposal, as well as a client who is capable of pursuing it. In this case, we are seeing clients who, for a wide variety of reasons, are limited in their ability to manage an itchy dog or cat. From our end too, we have very little in the way of resources even for diagnosis, let alone treatment. I stained a lot of slides today of skin scrapings and ear goo, so being able to get a good look at things under a microscope is a start. Bacteria, yeast, mites...these animals were full of them. We did what we could, and tried our best to make recommendations that were reasonable and within reach of our clientele.

Talking to clients made me realize that yes, I may know some things. Not very many yet, but some. I had so many people thank me for taking the time to talk to them and make suggestions (under the vet's supervision, of course). I actually even had two different people thank me for LISTENING to them. This was a really interesting one for me- I gave the whole thing a lot of thought on my way home, whilst passing green fields and red/orange/yellow trees and misty forest and singing along to Mumford and Sons and Bon Iver. Many people who are down on their luck, who have had entire lifetimes of shitty circumstances fall into their laps, people who have too little support and too much pain...they get used to not being heard. Not having a house or money or anything of traditional value in our culture reduces people, human beings, to labels or generalizations or topics that people who are better-off talk about uncomfortably at dinner parties. For so very many people I have met in these types of circumstances, their pets are everything to them. I know that feeling from knowing Chester, and I have so many people in my life who love me as well as SO. MANY. MATERIAL. THINGS. I cannot imagine how much more Chester might have meant to me if I had no one else in my life, or I was treated with disdain by others with abhorrent frequency. It's important to listen to clients- a lot of us may have started out in the helping professions because we want to help (people, animals), and maybe we want to fix the problems of others, even cure them. That's a noble thought, but (forget the fact that mostly we can't cure anything for anyone!) often times, the best thing we can do is just listen. Listen to someone cry, talk about their dog when he was a puppy, or describe what they mean when they think their pet just "ain't doin' right"- a concept that is in and of itself so useful for diagnostic purposes that it has its own shorthand. Now you know what it means when you see ADR in any veterinary patient's chart. :)

Today was amazing. It wasn't anything "special" in the sense that I got to practice a lot of new technical skills...I gave a ton of vaccines, treated a lot of dogs for parasites, looked at a lot of slides, filled a lot of prescriptions. Still though, I really do believe that people in most careers- whether teachers, nurses, vets, physicians, carpenters, whatever- should have a professional and moral obligation to support related non-profits in their communities and give of their time and skills. What does it cost me to go and do something like this for a few hours every couple of weeks (well, besides possibly my pharmacology quiz grade tomorrow, haha)? How much of a reduction would there be in unwanted companion animals if every single vet in the world performed one free spay/neuter a month? I don't know. It just makes sense to me.

I'm feeling pretty good today. I am going to go back now to studying, with the promise of a dance class later to break up the evening. Andy is lying next to me, and every time I glance at him, his tail thumps on the floor. He's a nice companion for a rainy Sunday, even if I'd rather be spending it with a glass of wine and a scary movie than memorizing drugs. I faux-complain (fauxplain?), but really, I think that there's no better place in the world for me to be right now. Lots of love! xoxo

Monday, October 15, 2012

Loss

I really am terrible at this blogging thing. I guess I have a pretty good excuse, particularly over the past while...there's been so much going on, and I've pretty much been existing in survivor-mode. I've been here in Corvallis for a month now (!!), and what a month it's been. It seems strange to think that this has been both the hardest month of my life and the beginning of something that I suspect will be amazing, once I start to feel more like me again.

I only want to write a line or so about Chester. He died, unexpectedly, on September 18th...my second night in Corvallis. I am not really ready to talk about that yet, but suffice it to say he was my best friend and my heart dog, and I will never be the same without him. That was huge and heartbreaking and shattered my world. Moving on. Add to that a couple of other significant personal challenges, and I had the recipe for one hell of a tough first term in my new town, at my brand new vet school. Despite all that, I have been managing to cope. I have actually genuinely surprised myself, and it's kind of a nice surprise to discover that that's still possible (do I sound like a bitter, jaded old harpy? Haha). I still cry every night, and I still have those dreams where I can feel his rough, wavy coat under my fingertips as I sleep. I still wake up a lot and reach for him, and he's not there, and then the nightmare comes rushing back. 

Now, I have Andy. Andy is not my dog- he's a 9 year-old very mixy black Lab-something, and he's hanging out with me for a while. He has just experienced huge loss as well, so we have that in common. He's a lovely, quirky, grey-faced old man, and he likes to sleep and take walks in the woods behind our apartment and play tug-of-war. He is learning about toys and the clicker- and has taken to both with fervent abandon. I can appreciate Andy for being his own special self, and for the most part I don't project any of my sadness or grief onto him. He is Andy, not Chester...I guess that makes it easier, in a way- there is really no dog that could remind me of him, because he existed on his own plane of importance and significance and love and joy in my life. 

The other day, I was driving up the street towards my apartment. I live on sort of a forested little mountain-y hill, just slightly outside of the centre of the town. I love the area; I enjoy the quiet and the woods and the smell of pine trees in the rain. At any rate, I was driving, and there were the inevitable tears, and I don't remember what exactly I was thinking about in that second, but I happened to see a  beautiful black-tailed stag step into the street. As I slowed to a stop to let him cross, I saw another move out into the street behind him. As I marveled at my luck, I continued to watch in awe as not 2, not 3, but 9 deer (including a couple of fawns) crossed the street in front of me. They weren't in any hurry, and the little group paused to graze on a lawn across the street. A jogger ran past and did a double take- the deer weren't even fazed. I just felt so very lucky to have seen that, and I think in that moment I really needed to have some wildlife make an appearance and remind me to appreciate the moment and to be grateful for the many wonderful things I have, and have had, and will always have, in my life. 

The vet school here is beautiful, and the people are really lovely. It feels like a very supportive environment, and I am joining the shelter medicine club (!!!!), the association of equine practitioners, the international veterinary students association (which plans and executes a large/small animal health clinic each summer in Nicaragua!), and the zoo/wildlife/exotics club. There's so much more to do and take part in, but everything is so overwhelming right now that I'm trying to take one thing at a time (right now, it's get through the 4-midterms-in-6-days nonsense that we've been subjected to- 3 down, 1 to go!). I've actually done very, very well in school so far. I don't know how it's happening, but I'm grateful for it. 

So, there it is. I'm at my new vet school, I'm doing it in spite of my fears that I wouldn't be able to, and hopefully things will just get more manageable with time. Sending lots of love, and I hope you're all doing amazingly well in your little corners of the world. xo

Monday, August 27, 2012

Tabula rasa

I can't imagine that anyone reads this blog with the exception of my family (and that poor German person who seems to stumble upon my blog every once in a while), but here's a little update on the craziness that has been my life over the past nine months (oops!) since I've written a post. 

First off, let's not beat around the bush. The biggest news is that I found out about a month ago (is that all it's been?!) that I received a transfer position that opened up at the Oregon State University College of Veterinary Medicine in Corvallis, Oregon. I had applied last July when mum got sick, with very little hope that I'd ever hear anything (transfer positions are RARE in veterinary programs!). After a year and a half at Murdoch University in Australia, I had more or less settled in with the help of my incredible friends and support system in Perth. Still, there have been family issues at home that made it very hard for me to be so far away, and this past year especially had been a real challenge.

Fast forward to last month. I was invited to apply for an open transfer position, and after sending in all of the pertinent information and then waiting with bated breath, I got it! I couldn't believe it, it just seemed so surreal. The idea of making another big move to another vet school (in another country!) no less was daunting, but there was really no other choice in my mind. To me, the universe was telling me that I had the opportunity to be closer to my family again, and I took it. What followed has been a frantic month of preparations for the move, with me returning as planned to Perth after my three weeks of "winter" break in Vancouver. I spent about two and a half weeks in Perth cleaning the house, packing, organizing flights, and saying very difficult goodbyes to my close friends in Australia. 

I arrived back in Vancouver first, followed by Chester on his own (complete with a lot of anxious hand-wringing by Iain and I). Iain arrives in early September, at which point we'll head down to Oregon to find a place to live, come back to BC for some camping and goodbyes, then pack our things and actually make the move to Oregon. School starts in late September, but I have a graduate student orientation the week before, and a veterinary student orientation the following day. That will be good- I should have at least a week down there to settle in, relax a bit, buy my books, and start to find my way around Corvallis. It shouldn't be hard- by all accounts, it's a quaint little university town of 50,000 or so. I will be starting 2nd year again at OSU, even though I was half way through 2nd year already at Murdoch. Still, because OSU is a 4 year program and Murdoch is 5 years, I will actually graduate half a year earlier at Oregon State. That will be nice! 

My schedule for this coming semester is pretty intense, but looks awesome! I'm taking Parasitology, Pharmacology, Pathology, Virology, Mycology, and Bacteriology. In a nutshell, most of the "ologies". I've also got some amazing plans ahead for my summer breaks, which now mesh much better with some of the opportunities for vet students here in North America that I have been eager to pursue. Speaking of amazing opportunities, I just returned from a 4-day trip to the community of Ahousaht, on Flores Island in Clayoquot Sound. I went with the Canadian Animal Assistance Team, and it was my 7th project with this most favorite charity of mine! We had the most amazing team- two vets, along with 4 technologists, and a bevy of assistants. Every single member of the team was hard-working, dedicated, passionate, and tireless, which was fortunate as we ended up working very, very long days. I got to bed after midnight each night that we worked.

We arrived on Flores Island on Thursday afternoon, after a long day of packing, picking up our supplies, and travel. The west coast of Vancouver Island boasts some of the most stunning landscape one will ever see, and for me, it was the first time I'd been in a couple of years. Driving through the Pacific Rim National Park, I could feel that familiar release of stress and tension that signifies my return to nature at its wildest. I love the town of Tofino, but didn't see a lot of it- we headed straight for the docks and unloaded our pick up truck filled with medical supplies, dog and cat crates, and personal gear. After the boat ride, we unloaded at the rickety dock in Ahousaht and got settled in our living quarters. After, we unpacked our supplies and set up in the community hall where the clinic was to take place. We were joined on our walk through the village by countless community dogs, many of which were females visibly in heat, and their (many, many) suitors. Not for long, if we had any say in the matter!

To make a long story short, our team managed to spay and neuter more than 70 dogs and cats in the community. In addition, we vaccinated, provided parasite control, treated lacerations and abscesses, and cleaned up some rotten mouths. On a personal note, I got heaps of opportunities to practice IV catheter placement, intubation, line blocks, and anesthesia monitoring. I still find monitoring mature or pediatric spays quite stressful, but it takes a lot of practice! With injectable anesthetic protocols, it's not simply a case of standing there with your fancy iso machine and adjusting the dials as needed. As one of the vets put it, it's an art and a science- you have to rely on your eyes, your ears, and your stethoscope. I was so grateful for the help and patience of our incredible vets and techs who were always willing and eager to share their vast knowledge and experience with this newbie vet student. :)

I felt proud of some moments on this trip. They included correctly identifying a dog whose bradycardia (even prior to her premedication) made her unsuitable for surgery under our conditions, as confirmed by one of the vets. I intubated all sizes of animals from large dogs to kittens, and felt like my line blocks were well-placed (as evidenced by not needing to top up my patients' anesthetic during crucial moments). This year in school, I will be taking surgery, anesthesia, and medicine. I feel like when I do, things will start to fall in place even more! I have so much gratitude for CAAT and my experiences with them for allowing me to develop and hone my passions for field medicine, public health, and working with people and animals in underserved communities. We felt very welcomed by the community of Ahousaht. Lovely people and lovely animals!

I'd better wrap it up here. Thank you for joining me on my new adventures in my vet med education- I'll can't promise I'll try to be better about blogging, but I'll try to try! Also, in an effort to make this *not* the most boring blog that ever was, I will even make some sort of effort to post pictures. You're welcome! ;-) 






Thursday, November 24, 2011

The end of the beginning, and homeward bound!

Wow, have I ever dropped the ball on updating my blog! I know that it's a common theme and to be honest, I don't see that changing anytime soon. Maybe in 4 more years. Yup, that's right- 4 MORE YEARS! I have officially finished my first year of veterinary school. That feels completely surreal and shocking! This semester has been filled with both challenges and triumphs, both personally as well as academically. I can't say I'd do it all over if I had the opportunity, but all we can ever do is take what we can from our experiences and learn from them. The constant love and support of Iain, as well as my family and friends, has gotten me through the worst as well as the best. 

Some highlights of this semester: My first blood draw on a sheep, my first experience performing rectal palpation/pregnancy testing on cows and feeling a calf's beating heart under my hand, learning to visualize a corpus luteum on an ultrasound of a horse's ovary. I've rediscovered my childhood obsession with horses, gotten some marks that have made me proud, and can fondly explain in intimate detail exactly what is occurring when Chester breathes at a slightly higher pitch due to his newly-diagnosed unilateral laryngeal paresis. There's no part of me that would try to pretend to be anything but the freshest of newbies with this whole veterinary thing. Still, I know a heck of a lot more than I did one year ago, and the amount of knowledge that I've been compelled to cram into my brain is fairly staggering. The thing that tells me that everything's going to be ok? The fact that I LOVE it. 

It's been difficult being away from home this semester. Mum has faced continued health issues, but is finally on the upswing, which makes me so happy I could sing (and nobody wants that!). Just in the midst of everything going on with her, both dogs developed acute medical issues back-to-back. Chester had to have a procedure done with the Medicine department, and it was an interesting experience being the client of one of my (very amazing, very brilliant) instructors. Incidentally, it was a tracheobronchoscopy- exactly the same procedure that mum had recently had. Unsurprisingly perhaps, I had a lot of fear about Chester having cancer. It turned out to be (very manageable) bronchitis, likely due to the wild and wacky air here in Perth. 

Just as the dust was clearing from Chester's experience, Dixie took a spill that left her immobile and maxing out her pain control quota. There was a short period of a couple of weeks where euthanasia had to become a very real consideration. She is a 10 year old Great Dane- we know that we're on bonus time with her now as it is. We were so grateful to have yet another Murdoch veterinarian do a couple of acupuncture home visits, prescribe some TCM,  and then bam- Dixie improved, put some muscle back on, and is a pretty spry (albeit ancient) girl again! As a side note, I felt proud of my university and proud of my vet program when I took both dogs into Murdoch for their care. Dealing with the fabulous clinicians, as well as the amazing and very competent 5th year vet students was very exciting and inspiring. Someday I'll be there, and it will come much quicker than I can imagine. 

When I was finally starting to get excited about being done with first year and coming home, I took a tumble off of a futon which sent my knee straight through our glass front window. I know, it sounds weird and unlikely and is most definitely embarrassing. Ironically, I was studying nociception at the time, which is involved in the perception of pain. I actually saw my patella (knee cap) before Maren and Iain made me lie back while they called an ambulance. I was in hospital for a few days after having emergency surgery to clean out all the glass, inject antibiotics into the joint, and check that the patellar tendon hadn't sustained any major damage. I was very lucky- apart from some minor damage to my medial collateral ligament, I am fine and have been walking without crutches for a few days now. 

An unfortunate result of this experience is that I had to defer three finals- two of the biggies (my anatomy and physiology theory exams), and an animal handling prac exam, which I can make up next year. I suppose hauling sheep and pigs up onto my knees, bending, kneeling, and otherwise running around the farm with cattle and horses are not conducive to having a 30-staple surgical incision. I found myself really depressed after the accident. I have such a new humble appreciation for what it might be like to adjust to living permanently with mobility issues. Not having my autonomy for that week and a half or so (and even now) was quite difficult. I was so fortunate to have Iain and some great friends who helped me through. I hated asking for help, however. Loneliness is an insidious creature; it creeps up and tenderly wraps you in its folds and whispers promises of things being better as long as you don't bother others with your pain. Still, I am so, so much better now. I have written the exams that I could and I will write the other two in January, in Vancouver, when I am capable of doing myself justice.

So in two days, I head home, with Iain just a day behind me! He is coming for 3 weeks, and to say that we are excited would be the understatement of the year. We have big plans for some actual proper time spent together, and with our families and friends. I have two weeks fully off (!!!), and then I start a full time job with Dr. Rob Spooner and his phenomenal staff at Yaletown Pet Hospital in Vancouver. Rob is a friend of mine from CAAT with fantastic politics and the wonderfully morbid sense of humor shared almost universally among the veterinary crowd. I am so looking forward to working at a progressive hospital which practices excellent medicine and quality of care. I'm so lucky to continue to have opportunities to learn from the very best of the best. I can't wait!

Well, off I go back to packing, cleaning, and sorting. All the best to everyone and for the Vancouver contingent...I'll see you all SOON, SOON, SOON!!! xoxo


Monday, August 22, 2011

Kangaroos have two vaginas, and other amazing vet school-related minutiae

I felt kind of bad about the blog post I wrote last night. I tried at the time to keep myself upbeat, but as I just read back through it, it's pretty depressing. As such, I've decided to post about some fascinating facts relating to reproductive anatomy and physiology, which is coincidentally exactly what I am studying at the moment! Here goes:

1) As per this blog title, female kangaroos do in fact have paired lateral vaginae, which is kind of a fancy way of saying that they have two vaginas. Lucky them?

2) The fibroelastic penis of the boar (male pig) looks just like an earthworm.

3) Bighorn sheep rams actually spend much of the year in bachelor herds, where they practice almost exclusively homosexual behaviour. In fact, females frequently have to mimic the behaviours of rams just to get the males interested in copulation. Also, around 10% of animals are "gay". Take that, extreme right!

4) Female hyenas are masculinized in utero, and as such they develop an elongated clitoris known as a pseudopenis. They actually do have to give birth through it, and as a result, ten percent of first-time mothers die during labour, as do around 50% of cubs. All I can say is yikes.

5) The mammary glands of dairy cows can weigh up to 60 kg.

I think that will do for now. Fascinating stuff, isn't it? Obviously, I've tried to include some of the more entertaining bits and bobs while avoiding the drier material...not that I'm sure all of you aren't desperate to learn all about histological features of the seminiferous epithelium, or the role of non-clustered hox genes in limb and organ development.

You're welcome. ;-)

EDIT: Because I am totally neurotic, I was humiliated to note that I had typed "fibrocartilaginous" instead of "fibroelastic" as a descriptor for the boar's penis. I hope I can be forgiven in light of the frequency that the word "fibrocartilage" comes up when studying anatomy. I am, nonetheless, embarrassed. *shame spiral*

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Winter

Hello my lovely family (and friends? Does anyone else read this? Haha)- I'm sorry it's been ages since I've posted. There has been so much that's gone on that to be honest, I've avoided posting for that reason. Meanwhile, life marches on and things pile up even more (the story of my life, at the moment), so I may as well do a quick blog post about life over the past couple of months. I hope you don't mind the abridged version.

BALI

My trip to Bali is probably the most reasonable place to start, seeing as the remainder of my time in Perth after final exams was fairly uneventful. My fellow firstie Cat and I departed one balmy June evening for the airport, made the 3 or so hour flight to Denpasar, and stayed for that first night in Kuta. From Kuta, we headed for Ubud in the central highlands, about an hour and a half away. This was where we would spend the next week and a half for me, and two weeks for Cat. We had a phenomenal time there, and it felt so good to be involved with proper field medicine once again! We spent time working at the hospital/shelter facility outside of town, but also had (incredible!) opportunities to go out with the mobile spay/neuter team to different rural villages. We also spent one day out in the ambulance, which was an interesting experience. We met heaps of lovely people at BAWA, and one of the things that I really appreciate about the organization is that it is staffed entirely by Indonesian vets and vet nurses. Right from the start, we were thrust straight into the daily medical care of the animals at the shelter. The vets were all lovely and were so willing to have us do as much as we wanted, which provided for some great learning experiences.

The clinic itself was home to over 70 dogs and puppies, and probably around 10-15 cats and kittens. All animals are sterilized, vaccinated, and given parasite control before being adopted out- it's so nice to see a group so committed to humane population control as well as public health. Since 2008, over 100 people have died of rabies on the island, and (as is the case in most developing countries) the strain is dog rabies. BAWA provides free sterilization/vaccination to local people who are not able to afford it otherwise, and simply asks for a minimal donation for the services from everyone else. The mobile team is absolutely amazing- they work 5 days per week, traveling to different villages each day. They set up in a public area (often a temple!), and people either bring their own dogs in for surgery, or the team sets out with giant butterfly nets in tow to wrangle the local street dog population. The conditions are certainly different to what many of us spoiled by the privileges of the first world are used to, but the dogs (not to mention the people!) are a tougher breed altogether.

I promise I will try to post some pictures up here. My camera remains at large somewhere in the house, but I think I have a few good ones! Cat and I gave premedication and anaesthetic induction, and monitored surgeries. We also worked in recovery and administered vaccines, parasite control, antibiotic injections, and pain control. I can tell you there's nothing like the feeling of pushing the plunger on a syringe full of precious rabies vaccine in a place where you feel like that one small action genuinely COUNTS for something. One life saved, maybe more...

In our spare time (!!), we wandered the town of Ubud, visited Monkey Forest (a resplendent green jungly place filled to bursting with mossy stone carvings, ancient temples, and the titular long tailed macaques), purchased souvenirs for loved ones, and even climbed a volcano! The latter was accomplished after a 3 AM drive out even further into the countryside and a 2 hour uphill hike in the pitch dark. I think it would have gone better if I also hadn't been suffering from a touch of the (in)famous Bali Belly. Still, it was an incredible experience to watch the sun come up across Lake Batur with Lombok in the distance and Agung, another active volcano and the highest peak on Bali, casting an impressive shadow over the water.

Cat and I have excitedly discussed the idea of returning to BAWA each year to work with our new friends and continue to be a part of an organization that is clearly making a significant impact on the lives of people and animals in Indonesia.

VANCOUVER

Arriving in Vancouver after 35 + hours of traveling from Denpasar to Singapore to Hong Kong and then home was absolute bliss. I was greeted at the airport by mum, Fiona, Emma, Ken, and the most beautiful little nephews anyone could ever imagine, Will and Freddie. It was a little tearful, but so, so amazing. We went back to mum and Alan's and had a wonderful dinner together. I spent the next couple of days catching up frantically, and felt immediately like 3 weeks was just nowhere near enough time to be there. Then, on the Saturday night (I got back on Wednesday evening), we got some news that mum was sick. She was admitted to hospital and it was there that my family spent the next week or so, waiting for test results. I guess I don't feel like getting into all of the details here. All that I can say is that my mum is one of the most important people in my life (and in those of my sisters, and many, MANY other people). As such, I don't think I need to explain just how absolutely terrifying the whole experience was.

Amidst all of it though, I could appreciate the beauty of the timing, if this had to happen. I was and am still so very grateful that I could be there with my family during that time. It was very, very hard to come back to Perth. My mum is stable and will be undergoing some more testing, which is very stressful being that I cannot be there while it is happening. I'm still trying to find the best way to give over what ultimately I have no control over, and focus on my schooling, until I return again at the end of November. My trip home, with its unforeseen circumstances, certainly made me realize how very far away from home I am, going to school here in Perth.

Hmm...not sure what else to say about that. I made the decision not to accompany the CAAT team to the Yukon in July, for obvious reasons. That was disappointing, but still one of the easiest decisions ever to make (if that makes any sense!). I needed to be with my family, and I feel so lucky that I had that time with them. I am struggling quite a bit with homesickness right now, and the desire to be back home is so strong sometimes that it can be hard to cope. Still, I'm getting through with the help of Iain and the dogs, and some wonderful, wonderful friends. Please keep my mum and family in your thoughts this week while mum has a procedure done in hospital again. I have a physiology midterm on Thursday too, so I'm doing my best to concentrate on studying and keeping positive.

Still, with all this, I'm grateful to be here in vet school, with an amazing partner by my side, and a couple of great dogs. I will try to update more regularly! I hope everyone is well, no matter where in the world. xoxo


Wednesday, June 22, 2011

"Today, I had Corn Flakes instead of Sultana Bran for breakfast!"

The title of this post is exactly the kind of thing I would like to avoid in my blog. I don't write that frequently for a couple of reasons- the first is, of course, simply the lack of time. I feel that I'm reasonably well-justified with that one. Secondly, though, I don't want to write just for the sake of it, because there's no part of me that believes that every little mundane aspect of my life is grippingly readable (refer to title of this post, true though it may be!).

Still, apparently I don't blog enough for the liking of some, and for those people, the very trivial may be just fine (how flattering!). Goodness knows, I understand the feeling- I cling desperately to the every day goings-on back home like a lifeline when I'm homesick and just wishing I could take my nephews to the park or go for coffee with my mum. So, here goes: A few ramblings about my last few weeks here, before I no longer have the ability, time, nor inclination to update my blog for another month. :-)

After my triumphant last blog post when exams finished, I felt a bit of post-exam letdown. I'm not sure why I was surprised- I've never in all of my years of education experienced so much stress and anxiety going into finals for anything than I did a month ago. For me, post-exam letdown is a hallmark of being a perfectionist and weirdly neurotic, when the period after exams heralds a time to dissect my (never good enough) study habits, answers to questions I could have written better, and without fail, the thankfully-short but nonetheless desperately uncomfortable moment when I question whether I am cut out for this and whether I will ever actually be the kind of doctor I strive to be. In all honesty, I am prepared for many more of those moments. From what I've seen, every vet, let alone vet student, experiences them. I will be ok, because I know fundamentally and at the very core of my being that I have fought tooth and nail to get here, and that I'm in the right program, at the right school, at the right time.

So what have I done since finishing up? I've been taking the dogs on long walks, watching lots of movies with Iain and Geoff, and working bit by bit on my manuscript. It's been nice to walk the dogs during the day while it's warm, rather than at 6-something in the morning when it's freezing (look at me complaining..."freezing" in my mind now is 8 or 9 degrees), and I have to rush the dogs along so that I can bus into school on time. My friend and I went to the travel doctor to get our rabies boosters, and it is literally the only clinic that does them here. I suffered no real ill effects from it, other than a sore arm and a nasty-looking bruise that's still there, more than a week later. I have to get a Q fever test and vaccine done when I'm back in Vancouver, because I missed the boat and didn't get it done at uni a couple of months ago. We are on the farm all of next semester, so it's an important one to have. Q fever is a nasty bacterial infection that is spread mainly through the bodily fluids of cattle and sheep.

Apropos of nothing related to cattle bodily fluids, I had a really lovely birthday spent with some good friends and doing very normal things. Iain made pancakes for breakfast and then we went to a rally downtown at the Parliament building in Perth in support of a full ban on live export. Hopefully most of you would have received my emails on the subject of live export, and what can be done to stop it. Live export is the shipping of live animals to foreign countries, where they are then slaughtered. I won't get into a rant right now, but here's an appropriately biased website that generally shares my views. I am ok with the bias, because you won't find equal care given to both sides in any West Australian newspapers, that's for sure.

www.liveexportshame.com

The rally was disappointing in that there was a huge pro-export presence, and the pro-ban side was soundly overshadowed. Western Australia and the Northern Territory are the two biggest exporters of live cattle, so we expected that there would be a lot of people coming to protest a possible ban. The thing is, I and anyone else I know who is for a full ban is also in full support of protecting and preserving the livelihoods of farmers and cattle producers. This wasn't really reflected in the signs, posters, and chants by "our side", which chose for the most part to appeal to people's emotions rather than present itself as willing to work on a solution that benefits all. I genuinely believe that is possible in this case, though it will take time and patience. I am not ok, however, with the animals being "patient" anymore...this cruelty has been going on now for far too long whilst government bureaucrats claim ignorance and use pretty words to placate the population's ever-growing unease with this practice.  The treatment of these animals is absolutely horrifying, and too many Australians are passing the blame onto the foreign countries utilizing inhumane slaughter practices. If you can stomach it, I would encourage every single person to watch the recent "Four Corners" expose on the live export of cattle from Australia to Indonesia, which has caused such an outcry in the country. It can be found here, but I warn you, the images and footage you will see is extremely graphic and disturbing. Consider watching it anyway.

http://www.abc.net.au/4corners/special_eds/20110530/cattle/

Oops, I guess I went on for a bit anyway. My feelings about the whole debate are best summed up in this way: Animals are not televisions or iPods...if you are producing them, you are responsible for their treatment from birth to slaughter. No exceptions.

After that very brief departure from my initial topic (which was...?), in other news, I'm starting to throw clothes in a pile and think about what to pack with me to take to Bali and Vancouver. So far, I have my stethoscope, a couple of pairs of scrubs, and some clothes that I don't mind leaving behind when I fly to Vancouver. Living in Australia, it seems, is hard on clothes. Very few people have dryers here because the weather is so nice most of the year, so you can just chuck everything up on a line outside. Between the hard water and the moths though, our clothes have taken a beating. Cautionary note: Shake out dry clothes before folding and bringing inside to remove any unwanted stowaways of the arachnid persuasion! I am looking forward to picking up some new (cheap) clothes back in Vancouver, as when I arrive back in time for school starting in August, spring will have arrived and it will start getting hot again, unlike this hideous 15-22 degree weather we've been having, haha.

I am really excited for Bali, Vancouver, and the Yukon. What an odd/amazing combination of destinations! One amazingly privileged problem to have in vet school is the excess of opportunities, and not nearly enough time or money (!!) with which to pursue them. Case in point: My recent email from an Asian elephant sanctuary in Thailand imploring vet students to come and help out with various amazing things. *groan* Still, the experiences that I've had even BEFORE vet school, and now the doors that have been opened as a result of being IN vet school, are nothing short of miraculous. I have to really focus on each day and not let myself get caught up in all the hyperventilating, "I want to do it all, right now, otherwise bad things will happen, and that would suck, and, and, and..." kind of mentality. I have a whole lifetime in which to make the kind of difference I hope to make, and that starts with learning respiratory physiology and renal clearance calculations and the structure of fatty acids and neural organization. But you know what? Not right now, not anymore...I'm on holidays.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

And just like that...

...it's all done! I am simultaneously bewildered and elated to announce that I have (barring any unforeseen circumstances!) officially finished semester one of school. That means that I am exhausted, puffy-eyed, a little worse for the wear, and 1/10 of a veterinarian.

I wrote physiology today and it went better than I thought it would. I was terrified for this one, so of course it had to be last, drawing the pain out to the bitter end, haha. It still felt a little surreal to sit outside in the beautiful autumn sun at the campus tavern and just chat with wonderful friends, and then head home to walk the dogs, who have gotten the short end of the stick lately. I took Chester and Dixie out for a really nice long amble, and it felt like late summer in Vancouver- warm but with a light breeze. Picture the smell of wood smoke to that, and you're getting there. The dogs were absolutely thrilled and it makes me really happy to see them so happy. It really brings home the idea that animals want to be where their people are. Chester and Dixie would be happy living in a box on the street, as long as they were with Iain and I. It's nice to have confirmation though that they are happy and settled, despite the stressful, expensive, time-consuming process of getting them here. Iain and I stressed about it constantly and worried about their ages (Chester and Dixie are turning 12 and 10 this year, respectively), their health (Chester with his mystery neuropathy), and whether it would be unfair for them to have to adapt to a new country, new climate, new lifestyle. As always though, they've risen to the occasion and made the most out of everything, as dogs always do. Ultimately, we knew that either all of us come to Australia, or none of us do. They are family, and they go where we go.

Now, onto my next projects. I have three weeks here in Perth to revise and submit another draft of my Steller sea lion manuscript, which was accepted pending major revision (emphasis on the "major revision" part) to a journal. I am hoping that after the semester I just had, it will seem like a cakewalk to make the changes necessary and send it back to the editor before leaving for Bali. I also have my birthday to look forward to, and it's so great that I get to spend it with Iain, Geoff, and others here who are not away for the winter break. I think too that I am going to do some touristy things here that I haven't done yet due to a chronic lack of time. Maybe a trip to Rotto (Rottnest Island) is in order? We are also hoping to go camping somewhere up north for a few days. It feels crazy to be living in a place where there is perpetual camping, all year round- usually Iain and I have to finish up in late September if we're lucky, and by late April we're chomping at the bit to go play outside in tents. Here, you can go all year...ALL YEAR! Too bad vet students are pitifully time-poor.

I feel a real sense of relief having the first semester done and out of the way. A lot of people say it's one of the worst parts of the whole degree (though it depends who you ask!), and I can see why that might be. Not only have I started vet school, but Iain and I have moved across the world and settled in a brand new place. We didn't have our dogs or a solid place to live for the first month, so we spent all of our spare time house hunting and trying to look like responsible, reliable tenants. It's nice to see where we were 4 months ago, and where we are now. Speaking of which, I have to go- I have friends coming over for pizza and wine. Let the celebrations begin! Lots to be happy, grateful, and proud about. Those of you in the northern hemisphere- see you very soon! xoxo

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Surfacing briefly!

As I head into final exams for my first semester of vet school (!!!), I have about 3.2 seconds to reflect on how INSANE this last four months has been! My life here very much feels like a life I've been living for a long time- not sure whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. Honestly, I'm not surprised that vet school feels familiar to me- I've been working towards this life for almost 25 years. 

I have a whirlwind next couple of months. My first final is a week today, and the exam period ends for me on June 8th. I will be working on a couple of research projects right after that, and am hoping to have them completed by the time Cat and I fly to Bali on the 27th. I spend about 10 days there working with BAWA (www.bawabali.com), and then fly home to Vancouver for three weeks. Technically though, I'm not really there for three full weeks, seeing as I will be spending one of those weeks co-leading an animal wellness project in the Yukon with CAAT (www.caat-canada.org)! A team of us will be flying to the tiny village of Carmacks to sterilize, vaccinate, and provide parasite control to the community's dogs and cats. I am so unbelievably fortunate to have these opportunities! Every single day I am thankful for where I am and for the many people who love and support me along the way.

Speaking of people who love and support me...Iain has started his new job at one of the local universities, working in animal care. The workplace has already implemented some of his suggestions as far as animal husbandry is concerned, so he has already made a big difference in many ways. I'm so proud of him. He'll be holding down the fort here with the dogs while I'm away this summer.

My apologies for a short and probably pretty unsatisfying update, but I'd better get back to anatomy study. Chester is lying here next to me and feeling pretty thrilled about being prodded and poked in the name of science! I will update again when I've emerged from final exams. Love to all of you! xo

Monday, April 25, 2011

It's been a while!

I can't believe how long it's been since I last posted! I'm sorry that I've completely neglected the blog. I had to do a quick check back at my last post to try to account for what's happened since then, and I don't even know where to begin! I guess the biggest thing is that I only have three weeks left of actual class time in semester one, before moving onto finals and then a nice winter break. I have had quite a challenging last few weeks, hence my silence here in blog land. I wrote an anatomy theory exam, an anatomy practical exam, and a physiology exam, as well as numerous assignments and projects. I currently have a one week study break, during which I will be desperately working to complete another mass of projects. I will also be studying for biochemistry (I have an exam next Monday) and physiology (I have one more exam in a few weeks). I have to work hard to take things one day at a time, otherwise the sheer amount of work and the relatively short time frame left to do it in gets pretty overwhelming.

In the past several weeks, lots has happened. I made the decision to go home for three weeks in the summer, and I cannot wait. To be able to see family and friends again much sooner than I had anticipated is so incredibly thrilling. My mum was going to come out to visit in the Vancouver summer (Perth winter), but we found it hard to coordinate a time that worked for both of us. In the end, we decided that I would come home, so I am here doing my best not to count down the days! In addition to that amazingly unexpected treat (as if that isn't enough!), I will also be traveling to Bali, Indonesia for about a week and a half at the end of June to work with a group called BAWA (Bali Animal Welfare Association). I will be going with two friends from vet school (one in first year with me, and the other in fifth year), and we will be working with the veterinary team to vaccinate dogs and assist with spaying and neutering. Bali, like so many developing countries, is experiencing huge difficulties keeping a burgeoning rabies outbreak under control. The only viable solution remains the maintenance of a sterilized population of dogs with known health status, and BAWA is a phenomenal group working towards this goal. I am so excited- after a long, stressful term at school, this trip will be an incredible opportunity and an experience to help me keep ahold of my perspective.

In other news, today our best friend Geoff arrived from Canada! A friend of ours graciously drove us to the airport to pick him up, and it was so wonderful to see him. After three months, it felt like we hadn't even been apart. We went down to South beach in Fremantle and swam in the ocean. It was a cooler day today, only about 28 degrees or so (wink), so Geoff was thrilled. It was a gorgeous, sunny day for his arrival in Perth. After taking the day off to spend time with him though, I will once again be immersing myself in study over the rest of the week. He knows that I won't be available much over the next month or so, while I finish school and write my finals. That's the beauty of a best friend- it's ok to "just be" around them. 

Iain is doing really well, and so are the dogs. We are enjoying our life here, especially because we have made some really incredible friends. It feels wonderful to have people to share the crazy with; who understand exactly what it feels like to be at school for 9 hours, work til 3 in the morning at something, and then do it all again the next day. Iain is sort of vicariously going through vet school with me, I suppose. He is so incredibly supportive, patient, and understanding. He also feeds me when I get home after a long and exhausting day, my gratitude for which I can't even begin to describe. The dogs are amazing partners in this whole process, as well. Though the lives of vet student dogs may not be glamorous, they are always willing subjects for some live anatomy palpation and auscultation. I'm pretty sure attention is attention to them- whether they're being tenderly massaged or having their lymph nodes palpated!

It's getting late here, so I'd better sign off for now. I will do my best to write again soon. Lots of love to all of you! xo


Saturday, April 2, 2011

Half way to half way!

I am officially half way through my first semester of my first year of vet school! Only six more weeks left of actual class time and then it's winter break. I write my last final on June 8th- just over two months away! Things have been moving steadily along here. I have now completed my first round of intrasemester exams (I wrote anatomy last Monday), and the ones that I know about went well. I think anatomy went pretty well too, despite the fact that I have NEVER been so nervous before an exam in my life. I woke up the morning of feeling physically sick and that feeling did not subside until I opened up my exam paper and went to town. I sure felt good after it was done, though!

I have an anatomy practical exam in a week and a half, as well as another physiology/histology exam the following week. I also have a couple of group projects coming up, and several smaller bits of homework to complete. Still, I am generally enjoying my school work and learning so much. Last week, during our cardiology practical, a group of us were gathered around the school horses in the barn, in our lab coats and stethoscopes. We took notes, and answered questions posed by the lecturer about ECGs and heart murmurs. At that moment I could have cried...I really and truly am a vet student. Sometimes it really just hits me in a very tangible way! During that prac, we auscultated horses (including one with a murmur than sounded like "lub WHOOSH dup), goats, sheep, and dogs. We did an ECG on a horse and on Leo the greyhound. I LOVED it.

Speaking of hounds, this week we got our two to the beach for the very first time one evening. A lovely vet school friend offered to pick all of us up at our place with her two dogs, and go down to North Freo to a beach that is always completely deserted at night. We went at about 9:30, and her dogs were safely tethered in the back of the truck while our two crowded in the back seat with me. Our friend has a beautiful three-legged pit bull, and a lovely black and white mix. Chester loved the other two dogs, and was thrilled to be able to tear around in the sand and surf. Dixie did so well with the other two dogs (she was on leash of course, and obviously didn't meet either of them face-to-face). We did the slow approach, and in no time she was happily parallel walking with one of the dogs on leash just 5 or 6 feet away from her. The "look at the dog" game has done wonders for her reactivity to other dogs. Both of them *loved* the beach, and we walked from 9:30 until midnight! On the human end, we had great conversation and a wonderful time. So I got home and worked on my biochem lab report until 2:30 in the morning...a small price to pay!

Yesterday, some friends and I went to the beach during the day, which is something that we had resolved to do for ages now before the weather turns. It feels difficult to take a whole afternoon off of doing/worrying about schoolwork, but I think it's very important to do sometimes! We went to Freo, did some fruit and veggie shopping at the markets, and then went to South Beach. We lay around on the sand a little, but mostly swam in the turquoise water. There were a lot of little puffer fish, and they seemed to really like following us around. It was a little disconcerting, especially when they would brush against you unexpectedly (as you were gazing at the shark-spotting helicopter in the sky above)! After the beach, we went to a little dining area called Old Shanghai, which is sort of a food court with lots of different types of food. Best of all, it's nice and cheap- I had delicious veggie pizza and fresh pineapple/orange juice. Yum! It was such a gorgeous day, all in all.

It's been a nice, long summer here. Though technically we're now well into autumn (which doesn't make sense and kind of blows my little Northern Hemisphere mind), it has been unseasonably warm. Apparently the weather changes very quickly though- one day you are lying on the beach and swimming for hours in the ocean (like yesterday!), and the next day, you're wearing your long-sleeved hoodie and mittens and shivering in your non-insulated house. I cannot imagine the day when I might experience feelings of being *too cold* here...it seems impossible!

I am heading off to uni today (Sunday) to get a bunch of work done. I need to study for anatomy and physiology, do some research on the pathophysiology of acute canine pancreatitis, and do a little biochemistry reading. Wish me luck!