Monday, November 10, 2008

Quote of the Day

"Error: Smartchip Failed" ~my Nokia phone. Yes, my phone is dumb.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Proverb

Anything you have, you will need sometime in life. Any knowledge will come in handy sooner of later. ~E.H. Abington, M.D. in "Backroads and Bicarbonate: The Autobiography of an Arkansas Country Doctor"

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

It could happen to anybody.

We all gathered around the dissection table. The stench of formaldehyde clanged through my lungs, and my blue nitrile gloves were damp of preservatives, dyes, and the remnants of "Lucky Jack". Lucky was a kitty that one purred and cuddled with legs under the kitchen table; today, Lucky lay paws-up on our lab bench.

Anyways, this story is not about Lucky, although he has many stories to tell. This story is about Missy. Missy was a cat that had found the misfortune as to find her paws pointing towards the ceiling tiles in the laboratories of Anatomy Laboratory 1001.

I was never a devious child. You can pick out the devious children in an Anatomy Lab; they can always skin their cat faster than everyone else. Amanda had obviously been a devious little girl. In fact, she had quickly skinned Missy (her cat) and no sooner had she delved into the specimen's abdomen before Amanda discovered an unusually large organ.

"She's pregnant," Amanda announced to the class. With great interest, the dozen-or-so of us gathered around and gazed in envious awe - wishing that we had had the luck to rummage through the innards of a pregnant kitten ourselves.

The young anatomy instructor had not come prepared to excavate a kitty's giant uterus. He flipped briskly through the pages of a lab manual, hoping to find the "Kitten Reproductive System". In the meanwhile, we all gazed at Missy as Amanda nidged and nudged at the exciting find.

"Cut into it," nudged one of the students to Amanda, and she did. In her left hand, Amanda girded a scalpel; in her right hand, she bore a blunt probe. Carefully and nervously Amanda placed the sharp blade upon the organ. She pushed the blade into the organ and cut a long incision.

"Is there a fetus," we all wondered.

Amanda's smirk of pleasure and excitement suddenly vanished. She removed the blunt probe from the urine-filled organ.

"How exciting," I whispered; "we found the urinary bladder." At that, I returned to Lucky Jack who retained his own urinary bladder - wrinkled and empty.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

No Interpolation Required

"Let's get Lucky," I declared to my bewildered female lab partner as other students were digging to uncover their specimens from an industrial-sized fridge. It was about time to poke our fingers and probes into our half-disected kitty's digestive tract.

I don't think she was thinking about our half-disected kitty, "Lucky Jack".

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Proverb

If the King James Bible was good enough for Paul, then it's good enough for me.