autopsies are fucking cool.
Is it weird that I get all excited and giddy about viewing the viscera and tissues of a dead guy? I'm not sure. It's just such unfamiliar territory, that maybe the natural response/defense is a feeling of sheer anxiousness. Like fits of laughter at a funeral.
ok well here's how it went. They had an autopsy table set up in an auditorium (basically a sink on wheels), and wheeled out this morbidly obese 64 year old man, completely naked. Shrug.
A few of the other students were wearing surgical masks, which I didn't think was totally out of the ordinary. But clearly they knew something that I didn't. I only brought my lab coat and a notebook. Big mistake!
As soon as they started the incisions with a Y-cut (thats just what it sounds like - they cut a big Y on your chest and pull open the layers of skin and fatty tissues) the foulest odor imaginable filled the entire room. Seriously. FOUL. Sorry for the lazy metaphor, but it smelled like death. My clothes are infected with the unwelcome odor now too. They're tied shut in a plastic bag.
Despite having to breathe through my mouth for an hour, the whole thing was definitely worth it. If you ever have the chance to attend an autopsy through an art class, med school...whatever... DO IT. It totally changes your perspective on things. Or it did for me. It's quite the experience.
Autopsies: I give them two distal phalanges up! (ahahaha)
later homies
Is it weird that I get all excited and giddy about viewing the viscera and tissues of a dead guy? I'm not sure. It's just such unfamiliar territory, that maybe the natural response/defense is a feeling of sheer anxiousness. Like fits of laughter at a funeral.
ok well here's how it went. They had an autopsy table set up in an auditorium (basically a sink on wheels), and wheeled out this morbidly obese 64 year old man, completely naked. Shrug.
A few of the other students were wearing surgical masks, which I didn't think was totally out of the ordinary. But clearly they knew something that I didn't. I only brought my lab coat and a notebook. Big mistake!
As soon as they started the incisions with a Y-cut (thats just what it sounds like - they cut a big Y on your chest and pull open the layers of skin and fatty tissues) the foulest odor imaginable filled the entire room. Seriously. FOUL. Sorry for the lazy metaphor, but it smelled like death. My clothes are infected with the unwelcome odor now too. They're tied shut in a plastic bag.
Despite having to breathe through my mouth for an hour, the whole thing was definitely worth it. If you ever have the chance to attend an autopsy through an art class, med school...whatever... DO IT. It totally changes your perspective on things. Or it did for me. It's quite the experience.
Autopsies: I give them two distal phalanges up! (ahahaha)
later homies
perdita:
it wasn't nutella flavored poison, but i'm definitely allergic to something in it. *sigh*