Down with *sniff*, *cough*, *ow*

I'm down with a bad bout of flu and I'm starting to feel sorry for myself. I hate it when that happens. Emotions I thought I never had always start to well up from no where and bubble over in the form of tears. I went to the pharmacy to get myself a superduper cough syrup, hoping to sleep my illness away. But the lady over the counter recommended a non-drowsy syrup instead. I guess that ought to help me with studying for my test... oh well. I sooo love the taste of cough syrup. :P

Since I neglected to put in an entry about my pig handling prac over the past few days because I was feeling too nua to put my thoughts into words in the blog, I thought I might make up for it now. Pigs scream. They don't squeal. That was the main misconception I got before I started this semester. And one pig is enough to sound like a dinosaur from jurassic park. The sounds they make are simply horrendous. But it was quite enjoyable and amusing to see the look on everyone's faces when the first piglet in the pen started to scream as soon as it was picked up. It was the eyes wide open mouth slightly ajar and look around at each other incredulously kind of scenario. pretty funny. Although I do not have any experience with babies, I think i would say that I'll be glad in future when I deal with only a baby for my offspring, and not a piglet. The noise would drive anyone mad.

They say that pigs are one of the most intelligent farm animals. I would say that they make great friends to one another. Why? because over the few hours that we learn to restrain and tie pigs up with bits of rope, the surrounding free pigs would always appear to gnaw at the restrained pig's rope. I am amazed by their instinct to "rescue" their mates. Either they instinctively understand another fellow pig's distress, or the screaming pig must really be bawling for help. I feel kinda sorry for them. But to be efficient and quick, there is no time for empathy and soft-heartedness. I have come to realise that if I am afraid of hurting the animals, then I will definitely fail my end of semester practical exam. Sigh. When it comes to animal handling, I'm such a klutz.

Animals are said to be forgiving. They do not bear grudges, unlike humans. I wonder how forgiving those animals are, being all cooped up in the school farm and becoming practice tools for the many students like me...