January 10, 2008
Today we were introduced to the anatomy laboratory. We are honored and charged with the responsibility of dissecting human donors for the advancement of our education. Lucky for me, this is not my first exposure to a human cadaver lab. My massage school, UCMT, in cooperation with the University of Utah, allowed us the privileged of viewing cadavers as part of our education. It was one of the reasons I chose to go to school there. I'm hoping my massage anatomy education is enough to help me keep up with the demands of this anatomy class.
An aside to this experience is the knowledge that two of my former clients have family members who donated their bodies to UAB for the cadaver laboratory this past fall. I have to admit a fissure of nervousness passed through me before we were admitted through the laboratory doors. What if I know who the person is that I or one of my classmates is working on? One client, a medical doctor, expressed and interest in knowing whether their father was in our lab. We've been told by our instructor, that the lab is off limits to everyone but us and that with certain exceptions and permission we may be permitted to bring certain people into the lab.
For me, Volker Hall brings up memories of institutional dreams I used to have, wandering long narrow hallways with doors that led to more deep corridors. The floors are shiny, the walls are putty colored, very little is labeled in such a way that you know where you are. Now I have a vault full of cadavers and the stress of school to add to that equation. It's humorous to me, actually, the possibilities that my dreams could morph into to.
Posted by linda at January 10, 2008 6:36 PM
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