About 30 minutes after Allen had been home, he told me they had to go to the cadaver room today at school. 30 minutes after he had been home! I would have rushed in and that would have been the first thing out of my mouth! Anyway, Bleaghhh! He said there were about 40 cadavers just out in there, but most were in bags...only the few they were looking at were unbagged. He told me to smell his shirt to smell the formaldehyde (I didn't). I remember taking anatomy with him in college and smelling the cats we dissected...that was enough for me...unbagging that soggy cat a few days a week for about a month...ug! the sogginess was the worst part. He told me all about what they had to do. The instructor used one cadaver to show particular bones in the wrist oor hand, and had to snap the wrist to make it visible. He said the sound was bad. The worst was one cadaver that had his head sectioned out...the top half was gone, and then it was cut in half again down the middle...so it was like split in half both ways. He said the worst part was seeing the eyeball just there in the open.
So, here I am shuddering at remembering the anatomy cat, being grossed out at the smell I remembered, etc. Maybe I'm not up to being a funeral home beautician after all!
My mom did get that lady on the phone, but she is just a sub there and couldn't really just take me under her wing, but did say you don't need specific makeup training and that they are expanding their business. She said I should just call and talk to the guy in charge.
That's ok. I think I won't.