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Remember that time when we were only supposed to get an inch of snow, so I wore clogs to school #snowday #lies

Embracing my #innersurgeon by throwing all my stuff on the floor and walking away when I’ve finished my task #vetstudentlife #spayday #surgicalskills

Hello, old friends. I promise I still remember how to read words that aren’t found on a PowerPoint slide #timewellspent #oldloves #booksunread #catsofinstagram

“If you feel guilty about pleasure, you don’t deserve to have pleasure.” - @nigellalawson @beilersdoughnuts

"... I have taken off my white coat, deserted, by and large, the hospitals where I have spent the last twenty-five years, to explore my subjects' lives as they live in the real world, feeling in part like a naturalist, examining rare forms of life; in part like an anthropologist, a neuroanthropologist, in the field--but most of all like a physician, called here and there to make house calls, house calls at the far borders of human experience. These then are tales of metamorphosis, brought about by neurological chance, but metamorphosis into alternative states of being, other forms of life, no less human for being different." #neurology #oliversacks #ananthropologistonmars #rainydayreading #medicalhumanities

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