chocolate pudding
I will never look at the human body the same again. Nor will I ever be able to attend another open casket funeral without becoming physically ill. Actually, I'm currently researching if there is a document that refuses autopsy. Kind of like a DNR (do not resuscitate). I just decided I would prefer a physician not rolling around in my organs and chopping all my parts out.
Begin incisions at the corners of the collar bone. Cut in a Y shape down to the top of the pelvis. Peel skin back and drape over patient's neck and face, exposing the trachea.
I didnt realize that coagulated, deoxygenated blood looks so much like chocolate pudding when pouring out of the sliced aorta. Not to mention the gallbladder and river of bile that weeps out of incisions. Ovarian cancer has quite the fountain show as well.
If the patient is an organ doner, then the body at the open casket funeral is empty. A shell, to every extent of the phrase. Along with no soul, there are no lungs. No heart. No stomach, liver, kidneys. Nothing. Just sawed bones positioned back into place and soldered together for shape.
Yes. Not the cheeriest of journal entries. But that's EMT school.