I found out today that I passed the state EMT test. We took the test last week, but I didn't mention it here because I was afraid I'd jinx myself, especially after being all, "Paula and I are so awesome and totally the smartest ones in class." But turns out? We are awesome. And official EMTs!

Since January, I've spent every Tuesday and Thursday evening in class. Tonight will be the first evening without it, and I kinda miss it already. Is that lame? But at least I'll have time now for other stuff. I haven't read any books since class started. Except my EMT textbook, which I read cover to cover. All 952 pages. Even the sidebars. Because I am a nerd. And because our instructor challenged us to read it all. And so not only was I going to read it all, but I was going to be the FIRST person to read it all. Because I get great satisfaction from beating people in completely meaningless competitions that they don't even know they're in.

Last evening Rob and I were catching up on the Grey's Anatomy episodes we've missed, and we were watching the one where the dude got attacked by a bear. He steps out of the car clutching his abdomen, and as Cristina is helping him get to the gurney, he moves his hands and his intestines spill out. And I leaned over to Rob and said, "An evisceration. I know how to care for that." Which, I gotta admit, it feels pretty damn cool to be able to say.