Bone deep

Three hours in and I’ve officially taken over the entire living room floor.

Bone deep

Jake’s going to come home to find me buried under anatomy textbooks and probably assume I’ve been consumed by medical school.

Started this morning thinking I’d just review the skeletal system for tomorrow’s quiz. Innocent enough, right? Fast forward to now and I have a plastic skeleton named Fred sitting next to me (yes, I named him - don’t judge), seventeen different colored highlighters, and flashcards scattered like confetti across our hardwood.

The beautiful chaos of learning every bone in the human body.

The crazy part is how much I actually love this. Sure, memorizing every single bone and muscle attachment makes my brain feel like mush sometimes, but there’s something incredible about understanding how our bodies actually work. Like, right now I’m looking at my own hand and can name every tiny bone in my fingers.

Jake texted asking if I want Thai food for dinner. I responded with a photo of Fred and told him to ask the skeleton. I think I’ve been studying too long.