Sometimes I look back over my schooling and think, "Wow, I've mastered three years of really tough coursework. I'm a third of the way through rotations and haven't done anything too stupid. I've made a long distance relationship work through vet school. One day soon, I'm going to be a vet and people are going to entrust animals' lives to me."
And then I find myself gowned in ridiculous MRSP PPE, sweating, cursing, breathing in a heady perfume of poop and Virox, cleaning smeared sht off the walls of a cage and between an animal's toes in an isolation unit on a Friday night.
You win today, universe.