Imagine having braces during the apocalypse. no one can take your braces off. And you just have to accept that you’ll have braces forever.
i want a novel focused around a character with braces during the apocalypse and the entire plot of the story revolves around their search for an orthodontist who is still alive and they sort of accidentally save the world in the process
anxiety is terrible, you could be having an attack and no one would even know because it’s an inward thing. it feels like you’re malfunctioning and you can’t process your own thoughts. you get a knot in your stomach and you can’t take a full breath but outwardly you can literally just sit there and look completely normal as long as no one tries to speak to you.
So this hot substitute logged into netflix and I wrote down the email with which he did it and used a service (it cost like $2) to find all other accounts connected to that email and I found his (private) twitter so I made a fake twitter of a hot girl and added a bunch of tweets over the course of a month to make it look legit and then I requested to follow him and he let me and he is the most goddamn boring person in the world
About a year ago, I was slogging through gross anatomy. My long-time followers (hello, Parents! *wave* ) will recall that I mostly did not love cadaver lab. I valued it. I learned from it. I appreciated it. But I found it really emotionally challenging, much more so than I expected to. I didn’t mind being around dead bodies, but I very much minded tearing them apart.
I was thinking the other day, though, about a moment that I don’t recall sharing with anybody. It’s one of the things from last year that pops into my head from time to time and makes me smile.
Towards the end of the year we finished up with dissection of the extremeties, and I actually enjoyed hand and arm dissection a lot. Hands are really lovely little machines, and I found them to be beautiful beneath the skin. I mostly avoided being in the lab by myself — it just didn’t seem healthy! — but I’m an early riser and I needed to get some studying in at one point when nobody else was there. I was working on my cadaver’s forearm, and I found myself holding her still-intact hand to steady her arm. It was cold, of course, but I realized nonetheless that I was holding a person’s hand.
I stopped for a second and looked at her hand in mine, and thought about everything that she must have done with that hand. The lovers she had touched, the babies she had held, the meals she had prepared, the flowers she had picked, the tears she had wiped from her face…and I realized that I was the last person who would get to hold her hand. And I smiled, and I cried.
Shortly thereafter, I dissected that hand. Not long after that, we finished learning from her, and she was cremated. But before those things happened, I held her hand. I wish I could tell the last person who held it while she was alive that I appreciated her.
^^ Why I want to donate my body to a medical school.
I was REALLY nervous about dissecting a cadaver too, especially since I’d pass out when I would try to donate blood. I also used to get elevated blood pressure just from simply being at the doctor’s office. Anyway, the first day of being around a cadaver, it just all started to sink in how she used to be a person with a family, friends, loves, passions, hobbies, interests, etc… and now she’s just lying there on the table, a bodily remnant of a person.
I actually started really enjoying being able to dissect and learn a body like no other, and so thankful that this person made it possible for so many students. It made me question a lot of things about myself. At the time I was losing interest in a pharmacy career, and wondered if I should’ve done better in my classes to be able to go to med school. I thought it strange that here I was more interested in chemistry, but I was excited about cadaver lab, way more than any of the nursing students. I later realized that I just didn’t have the guts to do stuff like that with living people. It all was okay with a cadaver since I couldn’t hurt them, and honestly, it doesn’t even resemble a person when you work with a cadaver. But still, I’ll never forget the lessons that I learned from her.