Something Anna Told Me

I spent a lot of time with Anna last weekend, and she told me some things. One of those things I found particularly disturbing. According to Anna, cats eat their owner's faces when they die. She claimed dogs wouldn't touch you, but a cat, a cat would savor every leathery morsel. I of course called bullshit on this one and said we'd take this up on the internet. Well, I googled "cats eating dead face" and Anna, we'll have to settle this with our fists because there's no definitive answer. However, I have been awoken several times this past week by a gentle gnawing on my cheek bones: a subtle threat? Perhaps.
Here is a commemorative LOLZ I made of my face-eater, Neera.

SURGERY!!!

Apologies, dear reader, for I have not updated this here little blog in weeks. I truly don't have much to tell you. I've been drinking less, eating less cheese and studying more. This does not make for exciting blogging. What I have been doing, however, is getting some good hospital experiences. This past week, for example, I was lucky enough to witness a Laparoscopic cholecystectomy. I am including a video so you don't feel left out on this experience. If you don't like looking at people's insides, I suggest you don't watch this video. It's pretty graphic. Overall, I had an amazing clinical experience, which left me feeling good about the work I'd done. That hasn't happened in a very long time.
(I removed the video! I don't think anyone really wanted to see it?)
Also, I went to the beach and went gambling. While at Goodwill in Lincoln City I found a picture of a unicorn. A magical beast indeed.