I was telling Arlo yesterday that for the first time in my life I am really amazed at my own ignorance, and believe me, I understand how terribly arrogant that sounds. Before you pass judgment, dear reader, I hope you consider this: imagine, if you will, that for the last twenty two years you have been inhabiting a vehicle that you thought you understood only to realize, or learn, one day that you know absolutely nothing about it. Such is my realization in anatomy; at least in biochemistry I had a vague idea that there were general biochemical processes going on that allowed for the proper functioning of my body. Anatomy, my anatomy, has proven to be something that has been completely shocking.
Today, we exposed the brachial plexus, a collection of nerve cords just above the axilla (armpit). These nerves, these three small cords, are responsible for much of the sensory innervation of the arm and hand, and yet there they lay, simply under some skin and muscle, fragile, as I've discovered much of the body is.
So much to learn, and right now, each day, though difficult, gets better and better.