It's Not What It Looks Like!
Cawl wrote two years ago, "People seem to have a knack for walking in at just the wrong time:
"Well, my clothes got wet, so did his... Yes, officer, huddling together to conserve body heat... Yes officer, he's five... No Officer... I'm not his Dad."
What have you done that, in retrospect, you'd really rather nobody had seen, mostly as things just get worse the more you try to explain it?
( , Thu 9 Dec 2010, 21:56)
Cawl wrote two years ago, "People seem to have a knack for walking in at just the wrong time:
"Well, my clothes got wet, so did his... Yes, officer, huddling together to conserve body heat... Yes officer, he's five... No Officer... I'm not his Dad."
What have you done that, in retrospect, you'd really rather nobody had seen, mostly as things just get worse the more you try to explain it?
( , Thu 9 Dec 2010, 21:56)
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Human remains
Assuming that the story is true, let me just play the devils advocate here.
My wifes late father was a medical doctor, a radiologist. Being a medical professional his attitude to the human body was a bit more, erm.., straightforward than for the rest of us. For instance, he owned a human skull. The skull belonged to an (American) woman who had given her body up for science after her dead. The "science" consisted now of being played with by my (then 11-year-old) wife and her giggling friends. Also she was given a microscope for her birthday. And her dad frequently supplied her with blood and liver samples from the hospital to look at in her microscope. When my wife told me that, i pointed out the ethical problems in using parts from freaking PEOPLE as toys, but she just shrugged. Being a medical doctors daughter, she just couldn't see the problem.
(Once i had a flatmate who studied to become a physiotherapist. She owned a human hand (to study the bones), which she had legally purchased from India.)
( , Mon 13 Dec 2010, 9:51, 3 replies)
Assuming that the story is true, let me just play the devils advocate here.
My wifes late father was a medical doctor, a radiologist. Being a medical professional his attitude to the human body was a bit more, erm.., straightforward than for the rest of us. For instance, he owned a human skull. The skull belonged to an (American) woman who had given her body up for science after her dead. The "science" consisted now of being played with by my (then 11-year-old) wife and her giggling friends. Also she was given a microscope for her birthday. And her dad frequently supplied her with blood and liver samples from the hospital to look at in her microscope. When my wife told me that, i pointed out the ethical problems in using parts from freaking PEOPLE as toys, but she just shrugged. Being a medical doctors daughter, she just couldn't see the problem.
(Once i had a flatmate who studied to become a physiotherapist. She owned a human hand (to study the bones), which she had legally purchased from India.)
( , Mon 13 Dec 2010, 9:51, 3 replies)
that sounds very typical, most people in the medical profession spend their time looking at dead cells and matter, which seems odd when you consider they are meant to be treating thinking living human beings. Gives some perspective on explaining the development of their perceptions and mind set.
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As a fresh researcher
I find reading about Alzheimer's all day depressing, and I don't even have to deal with any people. All I can say is I'm developing a rather morbid sense of humour already, and a certain emotional detachment to descriptions of mouse brain slices, human brains, etc. If I need that to cope then I can only imagine what doctors who deal with patients end up developing to cope. Still, a sad story though.
( , Mon 13 Dec 2010, 15:14, closed)
I find reading about Alzheimer's all day depressing, and I don't even have to deal with any people. All I can say is I'm developing a rather morbid sense of humour already, and a certain emotional detachment to descriptions of mouse brain slices, human brains, etc. If I need that to cope then I can only imagine what doctors who deal with patients end up developing to cope. Still, a sad story though.
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A friend of mine
Is an orthopedic surgeon,who specializes in the knee and shoulder joints and in particular teaching fresh faced young surgeons how to do go about mending said items and as a result often finds himself having to transport "samples " from one hospital to another.He told me once of a time he got pulled over for speeding ( For he liked the fast) and the copper decided to give the car the once over.He said the copper almost fainted when he opened the cooler box marked medical samples ,only to find a fresh pair of knees from a recently deceased cadaver .
I know he sometimes reads the B3ta and can tell it better than me....amongst many other gory tales .
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Is an orthopedic surgeon,who specializes in the knee and shoulder joints and in particular teaching fresh faced young surgeons how to do go about mending said items and as a result often finds himself having to transport "samples " from one hospital to another.He told me once of a time he got pulled over for speeding ( For he liked the fast) and the copper decided to give the car the once over.He said the copper almost fainted when he opened the cooler box marked medical samples ,only to find a fresh pair of knees from a recently deceased cadaver .
I know he sometimes reads the B3ta and can tell it better than me....amongst many other gory tales .
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