Why I am doing this

I knew when I began this blog that updates would be sporadic at best, but I did not anticipate that I would feel guilty about that. Life as a vet student is absolutely crazy, and time is remarkably limited. Lately I've been wondering what the hell I'm doing down here, in Mississippi, 1300 miles away from home and the man that I've been completely in love with since the day I realized it was possible. I've been wondering why, at twenty-eight, I decided that MORE education would be a good thing. And then I remember my childhood. I remember wanting to be a veterinarian, pretending to "bandage" Bandit's legs with ribbon (she was the only tolerant one, bless her). I remember deciding, upon the death of a beloved pet, that I could never handle that aspect of medicine. Now, after having been a technician in two emergency practices, I better understand that the ability to ease suffering is a gift. I remember why I am doing this, and it gets a little easier. I try not to simply study for a test, but to LEARN the material and store it away for some future use. They told us during orientation that you enter the veterinary profession the day you send in your acceptance; now I realize how very true that is. This is my life, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.