I can't help but be totally excited for these next 4 days. It's like all the studying, all the hours that we've put in, are finally coming to fruition. God... the countless hours spent in lab, library, study rooms. Coming out of the library to find dark already fallen. Friendships strained by close quarters, difficult material, constant togetherness. And then suddenly, here are the tests. It's all worth it. No more anatomy. You knew that being kicked in the posterior 10th rib on the left side is likely to damage the spleen. And frankly, right now? For me, that's all that matters. I did it. I feel validated. Its an emotional rollercoaster and right now I'm on a high.
Also, I said my goodbye to my cadaver today during the practical. You'd think it's wierd that you get so personally attached to a dead body, but our guy (he never had a name, though Court and I called him "Charlie" occasionally in reference to Lost)... well, he may not have known it, but there was a connection between us. I knew, for example, that he had an aortic aneurysm. He probably never would have had any symptoms from it, but it was still there. He also had polycystic kidney disease- also asymptomatic. He had the best thoracic duct of all the cadavers (usually the thoracic duct is extremly tiny and hard to see, but his was big and beefy) in lab. And when I came to our cadaver station during the practical? I smiled to see how beautifully they had cleaned up the structure we needed to ID (crus of the penis! I'll call it beautiful, because frankly, it was. And, furthermore, it took FOREVER to understand where it was in relation to everything else. I'd say we spent about an hour and a half trying to dig it out).
*chuckle* watch me wax nostalgic over body parts. Seems kind of silly, I suppose, but then again, I spent hours and hours cutting, cleaning, understanding. I suppose at some point it didn't even matter- we don't get graded on dissections or on quality, so there technically no "point" to doing a good job. Still... I'm going to miss him. It's almost indescribable how important I think that cadaver lab was for me. I'm so spatial; getting rid of 3-d bodies would kill me. I know a lot of medical schools are switching over to prosections (dissections performed by professionals) rather than student-based dissections. I think that's a mistake. When Sarah sliced through Tom's beautifully cleaned off facial artery? Yeah, we'll never forget where the facial artery is again. Ever.
Actually, I don't think I've ever told that story, and it's pretty funny, so I should before I forget it. I also plan on uploading a couple pictures of the people I spend most of my time with so you can put a face to the names. I think it's high time that I start using names. This will happen during the break when I have nothing better to do.
Anywho. The facial artery is very twisty (rather like cooked spiral macaroni) so that it can stretch when you turn your head without breaking. Courtney had spent 30 minutes or so cleaning it off on our side. It was beautiful. Tom then proceeded to try to clean his off (as, naturally, there is a bit of friendly competition between med students... you didn't think it was all gone, did you?) just as nicely as Courtney had. Clean, clean, clean. Looks pretty good. He turns his back for a few seconds, and Sarah goes to help out a bit... unfortunately, she had a new scalpel blade.
There goes Tom's facial artery. Note to self. Sharp scalpels cut through arteries much better than dull ones. Tom was piiiiiiissed.
Anyway, back to my waxing nostalgic about cutting into bodies. Thanks Charlie, for all your help.
I'll miss you. Thanks. A thousand times over.