Here Goes Nothing

I report for the clinical internship in 3 hours. Theoretically, at least, the guy who's supposedly running this has punted me 3 times already, but now I'm assigned to someone else. Someone presumably more engaged in the process. I'll find out, won't I? But at this point I'd be thrilled just to have a schedule in place and know what and when I can or can't do things for the next 4-5 weeks.

Day One, Complete

Tomorrow will be very interesting. I think I pulled, strained, twisted or otherwise dinged pretty much every part of my body. Evidently someone at the animal hospital didn't do their job too well earlier today, because I wound up doing their jobs for them. That job? Cleaning out the cages. Cleaned a dozen cages, half on the floor, all too deep for me to really get the back wall, and some with poop and/or puke. Boy, I'm going to feel it tomorrow.

Also was walked through a lot of smaller things, and taken around the facility, which is unbelievably large. I think I'll call it the TARDIS; it didn't look big outside, but ye gods, there was a lot inside. And I finally have a proper schedule. Phew. Now where's the ibuprofen...