..the Captain and I started dating. I’ve been reflecting quite a bit today trying to remember exactly what it felt like when I first started calling him my boyfriend. I was 15 years old and we were coming to the end of our sophomore year of high school. We had gone to every school dance together, but after each one he would remind me that dating in high school was pointless because we were so young and there was no way to know where we would be headed after graduation. One night, it all seemed to change. He said something along the lines of “I think we should make it official…” and that’s that. We held hands at school and all of our friends said “FINALLY!” and “It’s about time!” for the next few days. I suppose the rest is history.
I’ve been spending my days studying for finals. As luck would have it, the weather is pretty dreary today and so staying indoors and focusing on lists of parasites and chemotherapeutic protocols has been rather easy. Well, I should say that it was a lot easier when I was at school and there were no purring cats trying to lay on my notes. Best Friend and I are getting together tonight to do bloodwork on all of our animals. It’s one of her last freebies for working in the clinical pathology lab since, as of today, she is a fourth year veterinary student. While I love getting the opportunity to get a baseline panel on my cats, it means that I have to collect blood from both of them. That is a task easier said than done because I have to deal with my own “mommy fears” at watching someone restrain my animals, and I also have to be the one to do the sample collection. Best Friend and her husband and I make a pretty good blood-draw team (we’ve obviously done this before), but I am still nervous. That said, I am excited to look at the labwork now that I actually know a thing or two about clinical pathology. I’m all about looking on the bright side. 
I suppose I should get back to work. These parasites will not study themselves, you know!
