This morning, I met my cadaver. And it wasn't nearly as weird as I thought it would be. It was still weird. But I really expected to feel...something intense, and I really didn't. I guess it just doesn't feel real yet.
No actually, there is one thing that made it feel real: she still had pink nail polish on her toes.
Like many medical schools, my school has two groups working on one cadaver. There are eight of us, split into two groups of four. We alternate dissections, and someone from the first group shows up for the first few minutes of the second group's dissection to teach them what their group did. I like my group of four. I think we'll do well together. And I think when you're dissecting a cadaver for the first time in your life ever, you need a good group of people with you.
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