Medical Mantra.

I have a problem.

It's bad.

What is this problem, you ask???

I am completely taken with the medical world.

Why is this a problem???

Well, because my little brain now only thinks in medical terms.

Slicing steak for dinner?? WRONG.

I am dissecting a dead cow's muscular region near it's tail.

My friend gets a papercut??? WRONG.

She endured a wound to the subcutaneous level of her skin.

It's my little sis' birthday??? WRONG.

It is the anniversary of her entering the world covered in blood and amniotic fluid.

The list could go on an on... It's getting bad, my friends.

But you know what???

I'm SO okay with it :)