Gettin' Thrown Around

We got to practice on cows in our last two general medicine labs.
Yesterday I was trying to get a stomach tube down a Jersey (pretty small compared to Holsteins) and she threw me around quite a bit. My arm is still sore today.
It's part of the fun, honestly.

I attempted an injection between the sclera and conjunctiva over an eye and mostly failed. It's hard to aim for an eye that promptly retracts into the head upon touch (unlike people, cows have retractor bulbi muscles that allow them to do so) and becomes covered by the third and external eyelids. The whole thing of jabbing needles near eyes also goes against my upbringing and the resulting trepidation effected less boldness of strike.

I finished listening to "A Tale of Two Cities" yesterday. It's the second time I've experienced the book (read it 5 years ago) and this time I had a greater appreciation for the sheer evilness and lack of love of the French revolutionaries. Their bitterness against the aristocrats is understandable given their nonregenerate selves; nonetheless, the thirst for blood was heart-wrenching.
The book ending was very well done - romantic, moving, artful - even relatively satisfactory. I recommend it to critical thinkers.