Aug 23, 2007 11:03
Having spent two hours of the morning digging around in a (dead) human chest cavity with my begloved hands, waggling various bits of the human heart at people and spouting things that sound like Potter-verse spells, I am tentatively proud of the fact that my current state of death-warmed-up is not due to anatomical squeamishness ("Hey, look, you can peel back the skin! It's got a nipple on it! Awesome!") but rather due to a bad cold and severe cramps deciding to descend upon me on the SAME DAY.
My plan for the rest of the day is thus:
- meet with friend to drink coffee and discuss our perception experiment design
- psych & physics combined committee meeting to organise ball
- go home
- crawl into bed with a huge mug of tea and some Jekyll and not move for a very long time
Gina Bellman OWNS MY SOUL, by the way. I think that if she and Sarah Parish were ever in anything together my heart might explode with love. Yes! This heart! The semifunctional one on the icon, in which I can see the right and anterior left coronary arteries, the aortic arch, the pulmonary trunk, both left and right pulmonary veins, and the superior and inferior vena cava.
(Except of course my heart doesn't look like that; my aortic arch curves to the right, not the left.)
I think before coffee I'm going to go and distract myself in the beautifully heated Co-op bookshop, and maybe stroke a few DVD-based anatomy atlases.
uni eats souls