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Trust Yourself

Jonathan Madara, UPenn


      It seemed to be a straightforward ER case: an indoor/outdoor cat with tags had bitten the patient on the right carpus approximately 5 hours prior to presentation. The owner of said cat had slammed the door in the face of the presenting client when the cat was returned, with no mention of rabies vaccination status. I watched the intern, resident, and attending clinician assess the patient with keen interest, eagerly awaiting the confirmation of my treatment plan: Clavamox for the penetrating bite wound and a rabies booster. However, the resident’s concerns did not match my own. We should see if the patient is up-to-date on tetanus vaccination. No interest in rabies. Surprised, I waited for the attending to correct the omission. It was not to be. Rabies is not really a concern in our area. I was shocked and confused. I quietly mumbled if a rabies booster could be considered anyway. We’ll have to call the city health department. I was concerned, disappointed, upset, but mostly…exhausted. My wrist was throbbing from the bite. I wanted some Clavamox for my cat bite. And at 11:30pm on a Saturday night, I just wanted to go home.

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Plant Kingdom in Watercolor

Hannah Fearing, University of Georgia

Creative Corner

"Philodendron bipinnatifidum"

"Hedera helix"


Curious Looks

Tyler Cochran, Texas A&M University

Creative Corner

"Curious Looks"

"Local Fauna"

 "Texas Sunset"



Life as a Diver

Megan Gleeson, Colorado State University

Life as a Vet Student

     The sun was deep below the horizon by the time we arrived to the dive site, with Kauai just off our bow. Sitting on the edge of the boat, I tightened my weight belt and put on my fins. The water looked cloudy. It had rained a lot in the last few days, and red dirt run-off was sifting over the algae reef. Seth, the dive master, began to tell divers about the site, Hale O’honu—in English, “House of Turtles.” True to its name, these reefs were usually busting with Green Sea Turtles. I looked at my older brother, Joe, who was also the captain of this boat. Needless to say, I had an easy “in” for a summer job as bubble watcher, deckhand, office manager, etc. Getting to join in on the dive tonight would be an added treat, and I was antsy to get in the water.

Joe gave me the “go ahead” nod. I pulled down my mask and snorkel and slid into the water. My hair immediately stood on end. The water was indeed murky, but in a more disturbing way than I’d predicted. About 15 feet below me, an expanse of brown murk had spread out so thickly that it might as well have been a hardwood floor between me and the reef. I’d been diving in cloudy waters before, but something about this murk filled me with anxiety. And most unnerving, I had the overwhelming sensation that I was being watched. Hopefully just by sea turtles, I thought to myself.

I pulled my head out of water and looked up at Joe, who was standing tall from the bow. I envied how far he was out of the water. “See it?” he asked. I spit my snorkel out with a bit of seawater and said, “Not yet. There’s a really weird murk layer down here.”

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Kelsey Daroca, LSU

Creative Corner

"Dexter" - chalk pastel pencils

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