I am a rookie forensic pathologist blooging my way through the first year on the cutting room floor. It's graphic in here-- there's blood and worse. Look away or read on: it's up to you.

Sunday, July 30, 2006

Status report

So far I'm only about ankle deep in my fellowhip but it is safe to say at this point that forensics has already taken over my life. At work, I'm working as fast as I can all day long to get my case done, written up, and signed out in time for my afternoon lectures. After that, I drive home, change clothes, box until they close the gym, change clothes, drive to either gym #2 for weights or kung fu (for, well, kung fu.) Then it's home for dinner and reading, reading, reading until I pass out and the whole thing starts up again.

It's fair to say that, despite my best efforts to keep current during the week, I end up catching up with my required reading on the weekends. Honestly, when I'm not cutting dead people I'm writing about dead people, listening to lectures about dead people, reading about dead people and, hand to God, when I come home from my workouts what's my boyfriend watching on TV? @#$king CSI, Law & Order, The First 48, The Closer,...