ah..am wondering wat to blog about today..pretty much everyone has had something to say about the games we had over the weekend..even though its all over, its not really really over..there’s still much to settle and i m still receiving feedback on it - some good, mostly bad..so wait a while before i post my super duper review on that..
back to other less interesting but nevertheless significant enuff happenings in my life which is worth being posted on my miserable blog..
today in history : 1st day at the morgue
first of all, i have to remark on the smell..its simply nauseating..and thanx to our timing, it had to be plop! rite in the middle of spring when temperatures are beginning to..soar?? not really - according to the weather forecast, temperature might drop again all the way down to 0 this saturday..any open mouths i see?? pathetic aint it??
anyway, the morgue..yeah it was nauseating..so we all had a dash of minyak cap kapak on our masks which helped to overcome the odour during the hour or so we were there..we got a guy..and group c got a lady..
my guy was in his fifties..actually we dunno y he died..though i was perfectly aware that i was in the morgue where there r ony dead bodies to see ( besides us of cos ), i was still half-consiously expecting to see the abdominal movements rhythmically to the breathing..the absence of the soft swishes of the ventilating machines, the blue-green coloured sheets, the tweet tweet of other life-support apparatus and such makes the overall condition very eerie..its not a feeling of fear of the dead bodies..more of a feeling of dread of death..heck, i dun wanna have my femoral arteries being ligated by some 3rd years haha..
so anyway, we had some time to practice ligation and suturing..operating on a corpse and a real live body isnt the same..my guy wud have had massive bleeding cos someone managed to poke thru his femoral vein, yikes..luckily, he’s been dead for quite a while so it wasnt that bad..the surgeons make it look so simple..jus zoop, cut it open, snip and snap here, zap here zap there, no bleeding check, ligate and cut, throw that there, suture this, ooppss - bits of bleeding, zap it again, yeap, wipe wipe, clear? clear, suture, poke, thread, pull, criss cross knot, cut and walla, we’re done, wakey wakey mister..
tiz a pity of wat happens to you in the end of all ends..you’re left fully exposed on some stretcher or maybe even on the floor if you chose to die during the peak time of the year..then you get cut open and everything that was of significance when you were still breathin gets dug out and scrapped and wats not..and they dun even bother to stitch you up prettily for your funeral!! sheesh..
the lady we saw - well shaped eyebrows, hairless smooth legs, her nailvarnish of metallic pink shade was still fresh and unscratched and unscrapped, freshly shaved armpits ( group c was doin the axillary region so i noticed this - since we were prodding arnd wit my guy’s lower extremities, he had a small appendectomy scar and seriously the left testis is very obviously lower than the right..) - the lady cudnt have been dead for more than a day, she was still very pale unlike my guy who was blue and red all over..i wonder if she had ever been prepared to die..i’m guessing she didnt consider that likely..
so thats the summary of the 1st day..came back and went for russian class from 2 - 5.30pm..thanx to group c ( we come across them very often indeed ), we didnt have to stay til the end of the lesson and thus didnt have to study after the control..
after that, it was dinner (?) and off to bed..i m sooooo exhausted, the fatigue catching up especially after the games episode and i slept and slept and slept to the point that i didnt even hear the alarm ringing..i recall having heard it sometime during my dream but i dun recall awaking..and so it rang and rang and rang again and again which must have driven nava mad..if it had, she still hasnt commented on it as of yet..hehe..shit..i need a good long sleep..thanx to the blasting music from the end of the corridor, i woke..and now i have fixated my earphones to my ears to block out the racket these people are making over a football game..god, u wud have thought they were in the leagues of diego maradona and the like from the way they are shouting out how they shud have kicked the ball..no exam ka??
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