Seven's out there too, somewhere. So's nine. I just can't be arsed to find them.
A lot has happened in ten years. They no longer give heparin to cardiac patients. Synthetic heparinoids are all the rage now. No allergic reactions to those. I was one of the first patients to get a heparinoid. That was after I'd already reacted to the heparin though. Putting me on the then experimental drug probably saved my life. Weird to think that had this happened today, I'd have probably been out of the hospital in ten days rather than four weeks, and I wouldn't be sporting this funky scar across my belly.
Ten years. That's twenty-percent of my life. In ten years a person can graduate from vet school, find a job, get a divorce, fall in love, buy a house, accumulate five cats and lose one of them. You can find your sanity and lose it again so many times that you get to the point that you wake up in the morning not knowing if you're sane or nuts.
Ten. After this year I'll have to take off my shoes to keep count.