Anniversary | Alarm Clock Wars

A little background

August 5, 2011

John reminded me last night that today would be our seven year anniversary.

“Huh? We only got married in 2009.”

“No, silly, the anniversary of the day we met!”

Now, tell me that didn’t melt you, just a little bit!

We may be a little biased, but we think the story of how we met is pretty cute.

John was in his fourth year of vet school at Purdue when I started my residency there in July of 2004. The fourth year of vet school is all clinical – the students are in the hospitals at the vet school, and most have the opportunity to go to a vet clinic “off-campus” to get some outside experience.

When I showed up at Purdue on July 15, 2004, John was on an off-campus rotation. His first day back to campus was Thursday, August 5. I was new to teaching the students on their Large Animal Medicine rotation, and John was on a Large Animal Surgery rotation.

Every Thursday morning, the students in Large Animal Medicine and Surgery gathered around a big table in the chart room for an hour with the LA Medicine clinician and residents to learn about clinical pathology. We called this form of torture Clin Path Rounds. We would hunt for some challenging bloodwork results (usually from a case that was currently in the hospital), and go through the two pages of bloodwork results with a fine toothed comb. For an hour. At 8:30 in the morning.

This particular morning, John just happened to sit next to me. And right in the middle of the “group discussion,” he fell asleep.

So I kicked him.

And he woke up, gave me a dirty look, and promptly fell back asleep.

So I kicked him again.

I took a long drink of my second coffee of the morning and said, “If I have to stay awake, so do you.”

Ah, romance!

The Purdue Veterinary School was so important to us, that we went back there to get some wedding photos taken.

This is part of the Continuum statue that is featured in front of the vet school.

This one is only funny if you knew that I spent the better part of 4 years passing tubes up the noses of my research horses. (Don’t worry, they were sedated, it didn’t hurt, and the tubes came right back out.)