This is the life.

I find out so many interesting things each day in medical school. Some things I am appalled by, others I am not. I just finished spending 3 hours with my cadaver that my "tank mates" and I have named Lovie. He was in his 80s and died of COPD complications and so generously donated his body to science. I feel very blessed and fortunate to have the opportunity to dissect a human and learn about how incredibly and intricately God designed us. Don't EVER be fooled.....the human body is complex; a fact I am humbled by and reminded of each and every practical exam since Sept:) We are about to take our last practical (these are tests in which faculty tag certain vessels, nerves, muscles, and organs and we need to identify or answer certain questions about) this Friday. I CAN'T WAIT. My hair smells like formeldehyde and it probably will until tomorrow morning when I have time to shower (I am about to study for another 5 hours or so before bed). Poor Josh. Even my hands stink. The stench seeps through the gloves I wear and can't be washed off. It has to slough off with my dead skin cells. Yum...

Back to my first sentence. I find things out that surprise me. Today I found out from a classmate that there are multiple people currently failing this course that have already failed a course. Basically, 2 strikes and you are out. My class will lose more people after this class ends April 6. It is really sad. These are all smart and good people. My heart goes out to them because this course is probably the toughest yet. We are going on about 60 completed academic credits since August (it will be 80 by the end of June). That is why I would love to rip my hair out (if I didn't love it so much that is:). There have been multiple divorces already, and married people cheating with others in the class. The school psychologist gave a depressing lecture awhile back on statistics about med students and physicians.........it would take roughly 2 average sized med school classes each year to replace the number of physicians lost to suicide every year. It's rough. This first year has been a HUGE learning curve for both Josh and I. I feel like I am joining a secret society; it's kinda weird.

With that said, I know I am where I need to be because God has gotten me this far. I have gotten test results back that I swear there had to have been a mix-up on:) Lol! He has pulled me through each and every situation and I have had to relinquish a LOT of trust. The thing about med school is, you CAN'T learn it all. You just can't. There is not enough time. And that doesn't settle well with overachievers.

But, with that said, I should probably get back to studying. I can't afford to fail.... literally:)