Books, books, books

My secret pleasure of summer is being able to devour a book... a book of my choosing.  It is almost like clockwork.  I finish up finals, have a celebratory margarita with some of the girls (usually), and head over the library.  I will then check out 3 books, giggle evilly, and head home to begin my week of freedom and entry into another world.  Each week thereafter, I will take the kids to the library.  While they are checking out what books to get, I sneak out to the adult section and pick another one to read.  I haven't met a guilty pleasure book I didn't like, yet.  Even if I did, I could take the dud back to the library.  No harm, no foul.

My bane of the summer, for another whole semester really,  is another type of book.  This book is overwhelmingly large and completely intimidating.  This is the book I speak of:

This book is probably 10 pounds and completely awkward to lug around.  I would say it would make a good paperweight, but it would end up taking the whole desk.  Just to give you an idea of what is yet to come.  The colored tabs in the book are from last semester, probably 10 chapters that we were responsible for.  This is our other book from last semester - the "bible:"

There are 41 colored tabs in this book and too many highlighted pages to count.  51 chapters of background, diagnoses, and skills that are locked away in the gray matter in between our ears, hopefully anyway.    There is so much to know in the business of saving lives.  Who'd a thunk it?