Friday, August 12, 2011

Gross anatomy is still hard. We have had three labs now, but it has not gotten much easier for me. My sheen of nonchalance has gotten more convincing, and my tankmates even think I am a decent dissector (at least, they tell me so—perhaps it is more encouraging talk). But when I go into the lab after-hours to identify structures on different bodies, the smell still makes me ill. One body I opened tonight was particularly strong: a wave of plasticky chlorine, sick-sweet, hit me like a railway tie as I reflected the rib cage. My skin smells like it, too. And anything I lift to my nose smells like it for a few hours after I leave the lab. And because the water is soft here, I feel like I’m drinking that smell whenever I drink.

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