just a couple stories...
i saw dead people...
Went to see the Bodies exhibit at South St Seaport this past Sunday with my mother (a pathologist) and father (a physician). Things I learned:
- the bones of the skull in a baby are soft so that it's easier for the baby to slide through the birth canal.
- the eyes don't get any bigger from infancy to adulthood. that's why babies always look wide-eyed.
- the right lung has three lobes and the left only has two, to make room for the heart. (a fact which I had to tell my mother, because when I asked her why, she couldn't answer me.)
- mom: See that organ with the teeth growing on it? I'm not sure what organ that is, but depending on the kind of tumor, teeth or hair can grow on your kidney, your spleen, your testes... (EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!)
- dad: This arteries exhibit is so stupid. It looks nice and impressive, but it's the least educational thing here. (then storms off to the respiratory system.)
- you haven't lived until you've held a genuine polymerized human brain in your bare hands.
final analysis:
mom - I wonder how they preserved everything so well. Must have taken them forever! But just so you know, even though those are real bodies, the colors look nothing like that in real life.
dad - Good anatomy lesson, but I would never recommend it to another doctor.
me - pretty cool; kind of like a 3 dimensional biology textbook. is it art? that's probably a stretch. definitely educational. most of the time, it didn't even strike me that real bodies were on display... until i got to the fetuses. definitely something creepy about that section.
random drunk tourists - "the bodies looked asian!" "yea, they were all chinese... but some of them didn't look it at all." [well, duh. how you can tell that someone is asian by looking at their small intestine is beyond me.]
after the exhibit, my father wanted to reminisce about his younger days, when he and a friend got wasted in the middle of the afternoon at the seaport and he fell over on the dock. So we went into the mall food court, got some nachos, terriyaki chicken, and five beers. My favorite moment was when I bought some nice $5 beers (Blue Moon, some honey wheat beer, and a Heineken) cuz I thought my parents wouldn't appreciate the cheap stuff, and my mother said, "WHAT?! These beers are $5?!! You can get $2.19 Bud at that hot dog vendor over there!!!" It's times like those that make me think my non-drinking brother is actually adopted.
We then proceeded to walk out into the glorious afternoon sun, pass by the infamous spot where my father fell (he did not this time), and watched a contortionist over some Haagen Daz raspberry sorbet.
burn baby burn!
I started my externship last Fri. They gave me my own hat to wear. On Mon, they gave me a key to my own locker. I then proceeded to get burn marks on the back of my left wrist, three under my right arm (including two that blistered immediately), and I singed the tiny hairs off the back of my left hand. My hands are still sore from all the cutting and mixing I had to do during my 11 hour shift. And I gotta tell ya, these burns are so goddamn sexy.
hehe, okay sexy is not the right word. but they do make me feel a little more like i belong in the kitchen. And the crew there is awesome; they try to teach me things so that eventually I might be able to man a station by myself, rather than always dumping stupid busy work on me. During service time when people are at their craziest, they are patient with my ignorance if I take too long to get something or don't understand the cryptic terminology of the kitchen.
It's kinda weird to have to switch gears between being a cook and being an office drone. I can't wait until I can commit fully to the kitchen.
Went to see the Bodies exhibit at South St Seaport this past Sunday with my mother (a pathologist) and father (a physician). Things I learned:
- the bones of the skull in a baby are soft so that it's easier for the baby to slide through the birth canal.
- the eyes don't get any bigger from infancy to adulthood. that's why babies always look wide-eyed.
- the right lung has three lobes and the left only has two, to make room for the heart. (a fact which I had to tell my mother, because when I asked her why, she couldn't answer me.)
- mom: See that organ with the teeth growing on it? I'm not sure what organ that is, but depending on the kind of tumor, teeth or hair can grow on your kidney, your spleen, your testes... (EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!)
- dad: This arteries exhibit is so stupid. It looks nice and impressive, but it's the least educational thing here. (then storms off to the respiratory system.)
- you haven't lived until you've held a genuine polymerized human brain in your bare hands.
final analysis:
mom - I wonder how they preserved everything so well. Must have taken them forever! But just so you know, even though those are real bodies, the colors look nothing like that in real life.
dad - Good anatomy lesson, but I would never recommend it to another doctor.
me - pretty cool; kind of like a 3 dimensional biology textbook. is it art? that's probably a stretch. definitely educational. most of the time, it didn't even strike me that real bodies were on display... until i got to the fetuses. definitely something creepy about that section.
random drunk tourists - "the bodies looked asian!" "yea, they were all chinese... but some of them didn't look it at all." [well, duh. how you can tell that someone is asian by looking at their small intestine is beyond me.]
after the exhibit, my father wanted to reminisce about his younger days, when he and a friend got wasted in the middle of the afternoon at the seaport and he fell over on the dock. So we went into the mall food court, got some nachos, terriyaki chicken, and five beers. My favorite moment was when I bought some nice $5 beers (Blue Moon, some honey wheat beer, and a Heineken) cuz I thought my parents wouldn't appreciate the cheap stuff, and my mother said, "WHAT?! These beers are $5?!! You can get $2.19 Bud at that hot dog vendor over there!!!" It's times like those that make me think my non-drinking brother is actually adopted.
We then proceeded to walk out into the glorious afternoon sun, pass by the infamous spot where my father fell (he did not this time), and watched a contortionist over some Haagen Daz raspberry sorbet.
burn baby burn!
I started my externship last Fri. They gave me my own hat to wear. On Mon, they gave me a key to my own locker. I then proceeded to get burn marks on the back of my left wrist, three under my right arm (including two that blistered immediately), and I singed the tiny hairs off the back of my left hand. My hands are still sore from all the cutting and mixing I had to do during my 11 hour shift. And I gotta tell ya, these burns are so goddamn sexy.
hehe, okay sexy is not the right word. but they do make me feel a little more like i belong in the kitchen. And the crew there is awesome; they try to teach me things so that eventually I might be able to man a station by myself, rather than always dumping stupid busy work on me. During service time when people are at their craziest, they are patient with my ignorance if I take too long to get something or don't understand the cryptic terminology of the kitchen.
It's kinda weird to have to switch gears between being a cook and being an office drone. I can't wait until I can commit fully to the kitchen.