Yesterday I had visitors. We had food. It was nice. I am so tired I am writing poorly. See Spoon. See Spoon dance. See everyone fall on the ground laughing. Haha! See ninja. See ninja cook. The food is delicious. Yummy! But really. My ninja came up with his brother and my brother and our friend. Ninja made delicious pesto burgers and Juicy Lucy's. I also baked a cake. Then after we had all eaten way too much we played Just Dance. It is seriously one of my favorite non-Mario games ever! We have videos of everyone dancing so if you enjoy being in pain from laughter you should ask ninja and he can show them to you. Other than that we didn't do a whole lot besides have an awesome time hanging out. Oh! And my amazing brother fixed my printer! I really think everyone should come up much more often. I would write more or try to be clever, but I am just worn out.
So today I had the morning off and lecture all afternoon. I spent the morning trying to better understand the lymphatics of the male special parts, but I couldn't figure it out for the life of me. Then in lecture we learned all about how nothing in embryology makes sense. I mean, the testis start off up high and descend and the kidneys start off low and ascend? That just makes no sense. Why not just switch what they are and have them stay put? I'm sure you think there is a reason I should be able to scientifically explain to you now that I am ever so studious, but there isn't. Well, there could be, but I tend to daydream a lot lately and so I space out during important lectures only to tune back in and hear the phrase, "That will be worth a lot on your test." Oh well, I suppose that is why they record the lectures and post them on the internet. We also got to watch a gallbladder surgery today. I have to say that pushing instruments through the abdominal wall looks like when you puch your finger through a piece of paper. There is a bulge and then BAM there is a hole. Anyway, they fill your abdominal cavity with carbon dioxide to balloon it out so they can see better. Why carbon dioxide? Well when they cut through structures in your body they cauterize them with a hot instrument that makes sparks sometimes. If you used oxygen you would have a nice surgical mis-adventure when your patient had an explosion in their abdomen. And that is why they use carbon dioxide rather than oxygen. I didn't daydream at all during the surgery lecture because it was more fascinating than anything my mind could make up. This gives me hope that far more interesting things await me outside of anatomy.
So after I got home I did pretty much nothing. Well, I did my paper on HIPAA regulations for release of patient information to partners in same sex relationships. HIPAA sucks. They have all these rules that have provisions that have exceptions that have regulations that have provisions that have children that have rules that have provisions that have exceptions that have regulations that have provisions that have children that have rules that have provisions that have exceptions that have regulations that have herpes that have pustules that are filled with you know what. Not pus. Pus is white and what I am thinking of is brown. So next time you are in the hospital just remember that your information can be released to family sometimes if you say it can and sometimes to the media if you don't specifically say it can't and sometimes to a hobo who knows your name and asks about you by name and never to anyone ever at all if you are pregnant. So if you want your information to be 100% protected just be sure and get pregnant. Sorry guys, but you and your complicated lymphatics will just have to be on the news.
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