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! ;-) 

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

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*

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

"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.

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

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