I work in my school's (comm college) bio lab and we have just received out first cadaver (male). It was on Friday, I am cleaning out the morgue when I hear my supervisor's voice ushering a rep from the cadaver company towards my way with the body. Little did I know, I was going to be the one helping to load him off his transport gurney and into our body bags and exam table. Mr. suit and tie rep unbags our man and asks ME to grab his shoulders and lift him onto our table. Not only was this the first time I have touched a dead body, it was the first time I have seen one. As you can imagine, this is quite the experience. I looked forward to this day for the longest time but as soon as I looked into the old man's face I felt this rush of anxiety, stress, and eerieness.
I haven't stopped thinking about this moment and it makes me wonder if I am really ready for the even more intense human body experiences I will have to encounter.
Did anyone ever feel this way with their first body? How did you overcome it? Does this eerie feeling of death and the human anatomy become less intense with more exposure and experience?
I haven't stopped thinking about this moment and it makes me wonder if I am really ready for the even more intense human body experiences I will have to encounter.
Did anyone ever feel this way with their first body? How did you overcome it? Does this eerie feeling of death and the human anatomy become less intense with more exposure and experience?