This is more or less my life right now, aside from the boiling of flesh, dogs, and silly hats. 6 of my classmates and I make up table 19 and every day we cut a little deeper into our dear friend, Earl Bernard Stratford III*, or Bernie as we call him.
Anatomy is a much anticipated course in medical school and I am happy to be participating, but it is also the hardest thing we have encountered thus far. I have seen a lot of stress and tears from my classmates (I am certainly not exempt from the stress) due to the speed and volume of information we are responsible for. So if you don't hear from me for a while, worry not! You will most likely find me on the 10th floor, wrist deep in a cadaver. The joys of medical school!
*Bernie's name is completely made up, for the record. I am in no way violating his or his family's right to confidentiality.
I heard from a colleague the other day that the administration admonished them not to name their cadavers. That it's unprofessional. I disagree. I loved Vivien. She was so wee. PS: can't decide if the woodcut is depicting vivisection or not...
ReplyDeleteAs long as the names aren't disrespectful, the faculty here regard naming the cadavers as a coping mechanism. And I don't hear Bernie complaining!
ReplyDeleteI get the impression the picture is depicting vivisection, but who knows.
tahaha. gosh thats neat! keep up the good work ron! missing you in the NW here.. i am determined to go snowshoeing with actual snowshoes this winter ;0)
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