JANUARY,21
THORAX - I prefer Chest, it reminds of some kind of treasure within me. People equipped with so called mallet and chisel ready to explore the depths of my rib cage. Eager eyes permeated my chest.
FEBRUARY,28
They took out my my lungs and viewed the marks left by my favourite past time - SMOKING (OOPS!!). Next time they scrutinised my heart. It was important "discussion topic" for the. My whole life I was portrayed to be selfish and heartless. I could hear the teachers telling my buddies that I have a BIG HEART ( CARDIOMEGALY- as they call it). Flaccid and frozen, denied of right to beat but my heart was still thirsty for life. Did my buddies notice this when they tore up the specimen!
I saw tears in many eyes. Why??
Was it a tinge of pity or just formalin fumes.......
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LIFE AFTER DEATH THROUGH A CADAVER
Bilim KurguBeing a medical student ( soon a doctor though), I wanted to share my experinces of first year of medical school, especially, the subject of Anatomy, its dissection hall and the time spent there. We were all little anxious in beginning but got used...
