It is silly the amount of excitement I feel having purchased My First Stethoscpe.
Littmann Classic II!
I spent a good portion of the evening listening to my dog’s heartbeat (thump…..thump…..thump…..)
and to my cat’s heartbeat (pat..pat..pat..pat..pat..pat..pat) and then doing experiements – when I pet my kitty, her heart beat went up (pat.pat.pat.pat.oat) and when I pet my dog… well, I couldn’t hear his heartbeat any more because he started to wiggle around so much I couldn’t keep the stethoscope on his chest.

It’s a tool, a useful item, something one needs in the medical field.
The Medical Field!
I’m on my way.

Today I peed in a little cup. And I came out of the bathroom with a big grin on my face.
Not because I really enjoy peeing into little cups or have an affinty for sterile bathrooms (well, actually…) or because I had been doing the pee-pee dance for a while, but because each test I take, each cup I pee in, every needle poke I endure; I’m that much closer to achieving a certification to a job (where I get to have sleep deprivation, interrupted meals, blood and vomit projected onto me, yelled at, and exposed to a myriad of diseases) that has been a dream of mine for many years.