日志
Morgue
So you walk down to the basement of the building, at the end of the corridor, there is a white door.
You approach the door, and it starts to smell. Remember the meat that you store way too long in the fridge? Yeah, that's how it smell.
Then, you open the door, you see a pale naked body of a 40 year old man, scrawly body, lying on a table. Stitches at the along the midline of the body, and horizontal at the forehead. This is when you step into the room, it is a cold stone/marble-ish room. I always think it looks like what the look of the infamous gas-chamber must be, but objectively, the looks feels like the toilet that your community swimming pool have. Its damp and enclose and.. did I mention damp?
It felt uneasy to be in the middle of bodies and blood. Overwhelming. I try to think of the surgeons as mechanics and the body as vessels of the soul, now empty, being dissembled.
You approach the door, and it starts to smell. Remember the meat that you store way too long in the fridge? Yeah, that's how it smell.
Then, you open the door, you see a pale naked body of a 40 year old man, scrawly body, lying on a table. Stitches at the along the midline of the body, and horizontal at the forehead. This is when you step into the room, it is a cold stone/marble-ish room. I always think it looks like what the look of the infamous gas-chamber must be, but objectively, the looks feels like the toilet that your community swimming pool have. Its damp and enclose and.. did I mention damp?
Where are we now? ah right, you step through the door, immediately you see 2 more naked corpses, skin as pale as a light blue marbles, one slightly obese and one as slim as the first. They lie on the floor, with their body position random as if they were sleeping along the wall, with stitches of the same as the first one. Remember that meat the forget in the fridge? Add 3 months to its age. You might have got the smell but you haven't see nothing yet. 3 meter to the front there is another big room connecting the first one.
The big room is separated to 3 sub-compartment, each has a autopsy table. You walk in to the room, you see two surgeon are struggling to crack open the skull of the corpse. You know, after sawing off the forehead incompletely, they have to open up the skull like the time when you try to pry open a durian? of course the corpse has its abdomen opened and the organs are drooping down the autopsy table, which is filled in small pool of dark blood. Behind the surgeon near the wall, is of course another corpse.
Don't look, lets get going to the second compartment, by the way, watch your footing, you don't want to step on blood or splash up some unknown fluid would you? and of course don't step on that old lady lying just beside you. So the next compartment is a corpse with an above the knee amputation of the left limb? What are the surgeon doing? oh, they are scooping up the brain. Damn those meninges are tough. Luckily I don't get to see the face of the corpse since his scalp is turn over and pull over down to cover his face. Now the third table, its your place, pick your spot fast, the show is going to start.
So I stand infront of a corpse, lying on the floor near the far side of the wall, she was mildly obese, with a cheap russian blanklet covering only her face. Well actually standing infront of a corpse don't say much as you will always stand infront of a corpse when you are in the room, either this old lady or that old guy near the adjacent wall. So, our show is brought to us by a old lady of 60, mildly obese, they all are dont they, I mean the corpse. Her skull is already cracked and scalp pull down to cover the face. Her front chest opened in the the midline to the abdomen. . . .
It felt uneasy to be in the middle of bodies and blood. Overwhelming. I try to think of the surgeons as mechanics and the body as vessels of the soul, now empty, being dissembled.
I was surprise by the similarity of human body to animal body, of course I shouldn't, logically, since we know the composition is the same. But when the surgeon cuts into the corpse, I was reminded of the many times that I cut into the meat of the chicken; perhaps it is the casualness of the surgeon that reminds me of my chicken cutting task; or perhaps is the texture of the body? The overwhelming feeling of being in the middle of blood and bodies subside quickly, too quickly I guess.
As the prof starts speaking and we start copying, our state become normal again, or what you call normal for a medical student, felt bored and sleepy. Occasionally agitated as the surgeon passed infront of me, scaring that her blood stain hand/ apron will touch me. Things gotten normal - fast, and very soon those casual conversation pops back. "It's aorta" "No, it oesophagus" prof:"Look at this aorta" "Ha! In your face!"
