Just back from watching the cadavers everwhere and soaking the smell of formalin so completely that at the end of it all, I'm smelling of it!!!
Its scary......dead bodies all lined up on those tables, in rows and columns, almost sending you a message: Keep me ok, or I'm gonna get up and get you......!! And its not the kind of dead bodies I expected to see. I thought it'll be dead people without clothes, to put it bluntly. But these bodies were all shrivelled up and frozen. They've reduced to almost half their original size. Their limbs look like bones just covered with a layer of skin. Most of the bodies have taut hair dripping off formalin. I tried to imagine what it'd be like to move the limbs. A creaking sound and the breaking of earthenware erupts in my imagination and that's all that my mind allows me to do.
It wasn't all bad. I was definitely braver than I thought of myself, sitting next to it. But, yeah, I'm not gonna cut it apart. They say you have to respect the dead. I'm respecting them, so much that I'm not gonna cut them.
That's actually the highlight of the day. My eyes are stinging due to the sitting in an atmosphere of formalin, and I am quite disgusted with the idea of dissection.
We also had the Dean's Address. Fun, with a lot of noise and claps for the punches in the speeches. Over all, definitely better than the past two days. Tomorrow, PSM. YEAHHHHH!!!!
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