Moving On

Chapter 15: Human Body

WARNING: Graphic Shit, Don't Read If You Are Sensitive

I'm about to tell you the thing that will maybe, make my future. It was ten in the morning of Sunday 9th of July, Argentinian Independence Day. As always, this date was just another big lie in Argentinian history, it wasn't the real "Independence Day" but that's what they don't teach in school.

Well, I woke up and dressed because we were going out to eat. My dad came into the house when I was ready and asked me if I wanted to see a routine "surgery" and I was like "okay". While we were on our way, he told me that it was, in fact, a dead man that had a cardiac pacemaker and they had to take it out. So, I was going to be in a room, with a dead body and watching my dad open a fucking human to take some useless shit out of him, but That's a real adventure so, Why the fuck no?

We went to the hospital. The man died at 8:30 in the morning, he was found asleep without a heartbeat, what we usually call "white death". No hands in his body. In the hospital, we picked up one of the nurses that was the best one, he was a really good person, for real. He had a box with some surgery things in it. My dad asked if I could go in with him and they said that there was no problem so, we went to the funerary where the man was. 

We entered by one side, the familiars were in the other room. What my dad didn't know was that this elder was already prepared to be buried and he was inside a fucking coffin, even better than a surgery table... Once inside the cold room with the pale dead man, I started to shake, I was first on a side and then my dad called me to his side. "Give her gloves" were the terrifying words I heard because that meant that I had to touch. My hands were shaking a lot so putting the gloves was a difficult job. When my hands stopped shaking, my dad told me to touch the left side behind his collar bone and it was gross.

His skin was soft and cold, you could notice the peacemaker just watching him, my dad took my hand after I tried to touch him and took my hand off and said "this is what we have to remove".

The nurse gave him a surgery blade and he made a cut next to the little rectangle that was under the corpse's skin. He took some tweezers and started to remove the silver thin rectangle that had a wire.

That wire was directly connected to the left ventricle of the corpse's heart, my dad had to stretch the freaking wire until it made a sound and got out by the little whole with dark red blood.

After that, he took a cotton, cleaned it up, made a few stitches, a bandit and Voilà! ready to be put undergrown.

Long story short, I didn't trhow up, AA