Wednesday, January 04, 2006

I see dead people..

~*~ After 3 weeks of blissful and well-earned sloth, I'm back to class.
And a splendid one at that.. we stand, tired and shaking, for 7 hours with a scapula (a sharp blade) trying to peel off thin sheets of skin, and we're nauseous for a good 7 hours afterwards. The diet of death.

Speak of the devil (heh..), we walk into a class lined with six upper extremity cadavers-- in English: half corpses-- with varying shades of pallor.. amusing if I wasn't sporting my own unflattering shade of yellow. After an introduction to the art of respecting the dead (we're slashing you apart blindly.. but don't worry Elmer, we wont desecrate your memory by playing music) we cursed ourselves for eating breakfast.

I called my guy Elmer.. that was at 10, by 2 I was cutting off mammillary glands (uhhmm.. "boobs"-- as one eloquently stated.. "Hey Doc, should I chuck them boobs off?") and figured it was a she.. so she was Elmira. (why that name?.. so we can call it Elmy when we're feeling the love).

No one wanted to touch poor Elmira in the beginning (Elmer, then.. you follow?), so petite me had to carry her.. what can I say-- we had a connection. She has forgiven me for the impromptu mastectomy (removal of said "boobs") because I found a tumor the size of a pineapple (yes food analogies permeated the day) under her armpit.

By the end of the day, we (ok, mostly me) were cracking corny dead jokes left and right.. you know: Hey Elmy! I'll see ya tomorrow.. sit tight!

Of course, I hummed "The Adam's family" theme throughout the day.

Three showers later, I still smell like death.. hah.

Conclusion: We Med students.. are weird... maybe just me..

Gives a whole new meaning to
"body bag" ay?

On a serious note: Would you donate your body to science? How about organ donation?

~*~ Dad's all worried, raiding the kitchen cabinets for vitamin C and the fridge for fresh Juice.. ranting and raving about his coworker who might or might not have had a cold and passed it on to him..

Dad-- "I AM GETTING SICK.."
*Looking at me for sympathy*

Me-- "It's a cold.. not the plague."

I really should learn to hold my tounge.. but what fun would that be? and of course the sarcasm is lost on him-- to my added amusement.

~*~ Drama moment over.. if we can all pretend it never happened I'd appreciate it!

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3 Comments:

Actually it's this neurological mechs. class. We don't do our anatomy on cadavers here.. we do them on cats. We never get to see cadavers until the 4th year.. so I had to beg and connive to get in heh..
Formaldehyde has become my natural scent haha

By  Trevelyana, at 06 January, 2006 19:15  

Personally, I do not understand why people would volantarily want to see blood and guts or dead people :P

And yeah dad's are funny when they get sick. Lazim the whole robe and scarf and coughing only when people can hear. Akhrat'ha he doesn't even have a fever.

By  MiYaFuSHi, at 06 January, 2006 19:52  

Miya, that's exactly why we're Weird!

As we speak, my dad has on a humidifier that hums like a broken jet plane.. my house smells like a vix factory.. and there's oranges everywhere in the kitchen.

I wanna kill myself.

By  Trevelyana, at 06 January, 2006 21:34  

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