The itching has stopped!

That is right. The itching has stopped, well it pretty much has stopped. A few scratches here and there that don't feel like "normal" scratches, but otherwise I'm good. What was the cause of said itching? We may never know. Who really cares as long as it has stopped for now.

So the funniest and well...not at all funny thing happened today. I'm in my OPP lab today (you know...the manipulation lab) and a girl goes running across the room calling another girl's name. I see a huge crowd of people gathering and I'm like what in the world is going on. After some asking around apparently this girl had a seizure. She also has no history of seizures, which is kind of a big deal. But anyway, I guess if you are going to have a seizure this would be the best place to do it. About 15-20 doctors, with a couple of neurologists sprinkled in there, all in the same room. So anyway, they disperse the crowd and the professor goes back to teaching. Okay, let me explain the OPP lab to you. It's basically a room full of examining tables. Yup. That's all it is. So this poor medical student is laying on one of these tables and one of the doctors is with her along with a friend and a guy who is an EMT. The professor goes back to talking. As you can guess, even though we are trying, we're not paying much attention. Then a door opens and in rolls a couple of medics with a stretcher. Can you guess what happens next? And if you said, the professor stops teaching so that the medics can do their job and get the girl out of there you would be WRONG! Nope, this professor continued teaching as the medics loaded the girl on the stretcher and covered her up with blankets and a heat preservation device and rolled her out. About two minutes after the medics left, the professor goes "okay now practice those techniques." Holy crap. You have got to be kidding me. Listen, if they wanted to protect her privacy and they thought by keeping going with the class was the best way, they were wrong. The best way would have been to clear us out of the room. Nobody learned anything afterwards anyway and we all stared at her (as much as we tried not to). They're all heart at my school, all heart.