eagleseven
Quod Erat Demonstrandum
How's everyone doing? I suppose I'll figure that out myself, soon enough!
Life has been a downhill spiral since I last posted here. For starters, the MRSA medication destroyed my gut bacteria, leaving me vulnerable to a subsequent Camplyobacter infection. After having severe rectal bleeding and the most intense pain of my entire life, the doctors were afraid to give me more antibiotics, else I contract C. diff and die.
As I was recovering from this food poisoning, I participated in my first autopsy.
Putting your hands into a dead man, pulling off his face, dicing up his organs, playing with his brain, scooping out the liters of blood...when that man had been alive just hours prior, changes you. It cannot be unseen. It cannot be undone. And yet, certain unique individuals do this for a living, and even enjoy it. Indeed, there is a grotesque, visceral, perhaps even sadistic pleasure in burying yourself elbow-deep in death, as though you are taunting the universe itself.
In addition to my studies in the Pathology Lab, the hospital now has me working seven-day workweeks. To any of you that are unemployed, you will be guaranteed work if you obtain healthcare-related educations, as this nation desperately needs trained professionals. Of course, it is very stressful, and there is simply nothing like it.
So, with work tomorrow, and work Sunday, and exams all next week...I drink. Drink until I can no longer remember my name.
Cheers, USMB.
Life has been a downhill spiral since I last posted here. For starters, the MRSA medication destroyed my gut bacteria, leaving me vulnerable to a subsequent Camplyobacter infection. After having severe rectal bleeding and the most intense pain of my entire life, the doctors were afraid to give me more antibiotics, else I contract C. diff and die.
As I was recovering from this food poisoning, I participated in my first autopsy.
Putting your hands into a dead man, pulling off his face, dicing up his organs, playing with his brain, scooping out the liters of blood...when that man had been alive just hours prior, changes you. It cannot be unseen. It cannot be undone. And yet, certain unique individuals do this for a living, and even enjoy it. Indeed, there is a grotesque, visceral, perhaps even sadistic pleasure in burying yourself elbow-deep in death, as though you are taunting the universe itself.
In addition to my studies in the Pathology Lab, the hospital now has me working seven-day workweeks. To any of you that are unemployed, you will be guaranteed work if you obtain healthcare-related educations, as this nation desperately needs trained professionals. Of course, it is very stressful, and there is simply nothing like it.
So, with work tomorrow, and work Sunday, and exams all next week...I drink. Drink until I can no longer remember my name.
Cheers, USMB.