Sorry for the long absence, people. Physical therapy school started on May 23rd and this week is test week. OK, I should probably be reviewing for anatomy lab tomorrow. But idc anymore.
I've always been good at procrastinating. Senior year especially. Between watching all 7 seasons of Gilmore girls in less than a semester, scrolling through thousands of posts on the over 90 blogs I follow, and hanging out with my close circle of friends I somehow still made good grades.
Procrastination has taken a different form these last four weeks. It looks like making dinner/lunch the next day, doing laundry on Wednesday nights (when you bring scrubs home that smell like a dead person, you HAVE to do laundry THAT day!), late-night phone calls from friends, driving all over creation to get to Walmart ("You can get anything you want here//Except a Wal-Mart store//But I ain't in Checotah anymore"), and printing off stuff to study.
I love Starbucks. I mean, I doubt I've ever told anyone that before. (OK, maybe only every other day or so!) And I'm kind of picky about my Starbuckses. Thankfully, a college friend is working at one across from the SMU campus about 10 minutes away from my apartment, and that Starbucks has a massive table in the back that's almost always empty. Once schools starts up in the Fall, I think I'm gonna have to find a new home. :P
So I've been at said Starbucks 4 times in the past week. A physiology test, an anatomy test, a lab practical, and a clinical correlates test will do that to you! Saturday, I occupied said massive table for 6 hours. Sunday I "hermited" myself at said table for 5 hours. When my friend got off work he came over and asked if I had dinner plans. I went over to his grandparents' house for steak (I love crashing other people's Father's Day celebrations), and then we went to go see "Green Lantern".
You know you've spent too much time studying the muscles of the neck, back, and upper extremity when you see the epic superhero suit designed to resemble said superhero's bulging musculature and all you can think is "they got the deltoid right, but the triceps actually has three heads not one!"
You know you've hung out with your 25 favorite dead people too much when this no longer creeps you out:
You know you've been memorizing too many muscle AOIIs (Actions, Origins, Insertions, and Innervations) when you start dreaming of them! (And as some of you may know, I DO NOT dream. Like maybe once ever six months.)
But I have to say that this past week that I have a greater appreciation for "The Celestial Design Committee," as one of my anatomy professors calls Him.
Have you ever read Psalm 139? Like REALLY read it? I mean, seriously how can you not think that we are fearfully and wonderfully made when you see this:
I've always been good at procrastinating. Senior year especially. Between watching all 7 seasons of Gilmore girls in less than a semester, scrolling through thousands of posts on the over 90 blogs I follow, and hanging out with my close circle of friends I somehow still made good grades.
Procrastination has taken a different form these last four weeks. It looks like making dinner/lunch the next day, doing laundry on Wednesday nights (when you bring scrubs home that smell like a dead person, you HAVE to do laundry THAT day!), late-night phone calls from friends, driving all over creation to get to Walmart ("You can get anything you want here//Except a Wal-Mart store//But I ain't in Checotah anymore"), and printing off stuff to study.
I love Starbucks. I mean, I doubt I've ever told anyone that before. (OK, maybe only every other day or so!) And I'm kind of picky about my Starbuckses. Thankfully, a college friend is working at one across from the SMU campus about 10 minutes away from my apartment, and that Starbucks has a massive table in the back that's almost always empty. Once schools starts up in the Fall, I think I'm gonna have to find a new home. :P
So I've been at said Starbucks 4 times in the past week. A physiology test, an anatomy test, a lab practical, and a clinical correlates test will do that to you! Saturday, I occupied said massive table for 6 hours. Sunday I "hermited" myself at said table for 5 hours. When my friend got off work he came over and asked if I had dinner plans. I went over to his grandparents' house for steak (I love crashing other people's Father's Day celebrations), and then we went to go see "Green Lantern".
You know you've spent too much time studying the muscles of the neck, back, and upper extremity when you see the epic superhero suit designed to resemble said superhero's bulging musculature and all you can think is "they got the deltoid right, but the triceps actually has three heads not one!"
You know you've hung out with your 25 favorite dead people too much when this no longer creeps you out:
You know you've been memorizing too many muscle AOIIs (Actions, Origins, Insertions, and Innervations) when you start dreaming of them! (And as some of you may know, I DO NOT dream. Like maybe once ever six months.)
But I have to say that this past week that I have a greater appreciation for "The Celestial Design Committee," as one of my anatomy professors calls Him.
Have you ever read Psalm 139? Like REALLY read it? I mean, seriously how can you not think that we are fearfully and wonderfully made when you see this:
That, dear reader, is your brachial plexus. The wonderful branching and re-branching of arteries, veins, and nerves responsible for movements in your fingers, thumbs, wrists, elbows, forearms, upper arms, shoulders, and some scapular movements... Every cadaver has a slightly different network of these structures (I hate the term "anatomical variation"), but we've all got 'em!
The Psalmist said it this way:
"6Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it....
13For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.
14I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
15My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
16Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them."
I'd say it like this:
Dang, God... that's pretty legit.
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