Trust me, I'm (going to be) a Vet

You start writing letters home in abbreviations.
You look deep into your lover's eyes and pull out a pen light.
Natural light makes you squint.
You walk away from dishwashing with your hands in the air
You find yourself doing one handed ties on your shoe laces.
You wait for the grocery store clerk to grade your check.
While in a crowded elevator you start pondering the pathological agents associated with aerosol transmission.
Noodles remind you of Dirofilaria imitis.
You get a blood test and they diagnose caffeninemia.
Rather than being “close” and “far,” everything becomes “proximal” and “distal.”
You tell other people you’re having problems “thermoregulating.”
Eating and sleeping are unnecessary luxuries.
You have sawed through the head of an animal.
Pimples become suppurative exudates.
You start picking out which zoonotic disease you would rather die from.
You get up at 3AM to check the spelling of oogonia. At 4 AM you get up to see what it means.
Grocery shopping consists of trips to snack machines.
You say you have pain in your gastrocnemius instead of saying your leg hurts.
Someone asks you your name and you think it is a trick question.
There's such a thing as a 'real neat' lesion.
Gross lab makes you hungry. Even though the dean has sent e-mail's to you telling you eating in the anatomy lab while dissecting is not allowed.
You have ever brought home your laundry from Anatomy in a biohazard bag.
You study at stop lights.
You have ever looked up the definition of the title of the course you are enrolled in because you have no idea what it is
You have accidentally emptied the contents of a horse’s intestines on the floor
You go from wanting D's to worry about getting P's to praying that you
will pass, to wondering if the Marines still need a few good men!