So guess what I did for Valentine’s Day? (Ok, so not on V-day, but the previous week, but its close enough!)
I held someone’s heart in my hand.
No, no…its not what you think. Or maybe it is. How would I know? I’m not clairvoyant now, am I? Anyway, I digress. My point is, I didn’t woo anyone or get wooed.
I actually held someone’s heart in my hand. Really. I swear.
Ok, so here’s the full story. Thursday mornings, from 10 to 12, Anna, Macho Girl, Andromeda and I (along with about 60 other students) do nasty things at the Anatomy Lab in the University. Now, before your mind wanders off to dirty places, let me elaborate. We look at dissected corpses (aka cadavers), and try and make sense of the jumbled bunch of organs in them. That’s right. For two hours every week, the four of us fight off nausea and examine dead bodies. Doesn’t that sound like fun?
Actually, to be truthful, it is. It wasn’t fun the first day of lab when, horrified expressions plastered on our faces, we looked at two bodies mounted on glass cases right in front of the class. Bodies with heads, with eyes partially open, with ears and hair. Ew. All of us looked at each other with similar ‘Good Lord, what the hell have we gotten ourselves into??’ looks. What followed was worse. Bodies in bags. No glass case protecting us bewildered students anymore. We saw a tuft of hair peeking out from one of the bags and promptly proceeded to freak out. Our imaginations went out of control, and we thought the worst. (Remember all those times you watched movies that had dead people waking up in the morgue and thought, ‘Bwah! That is so un-scary!’? Well, trust me, they can take a whole different meaning when you see rows and rows of body bags in a cold cold hall…brrr!!)
Anyways, coming back to the point, the lab assistants proceeded to show us cut up bodies, and describe the various muscles (it was our first lesson) to the utterly horrified (and terrified) students. And week after week, it just got worse. We moved on from muscles to lungs, hearts and guts. Yep, you read right. Go on, allow yourself to feel grossed out.
So the week before V-day, in an attempt to do something brave, we all held hearts in our hands. Tiny things, they are – fit right into your palm. We felt them, checked out all the lobes, auricles, ventricles and what-nots and even squeezed the hearts. And you know what? It actually wasn’t as bad as I’d imagined it would be! Once we got over the initial shock (the heart was quite cold – something we should’ve expected, but never gave a second thought to), it became quite fun to hold the little things. Might sound barbaric, but its true.
Now, the four of us can look at anything and walk away without feeling grossed out. The video on the digestive system was probably the worst thing I’ve had to see in a long time, but all of us walked out of the lab that day like nothing had happened. Our stomachs can handle anything now. We’ve conditioned ourselves. Nothing can intimidate us anymore.
Urinary systems next, you say? Ah, I believe I speak for all of us when I say:
‘Bring it on, dudes!’ 😀