This was the moment where fainting tends to happen. I reached for the antacids — and then I found I didn’t need them. Somehow, I understood. It made sense. These men were dead, and this is what we look like when we are dead.
By the end of the second day, I wasn’t just observing anymore, I was standing alongside a body, gripping its skin to hold it open as a pathology resident ducked in to carefully free the liver. By the end, I was covered in blood and fluid as I entered data, prodded heart ventricles, and weighed organs. Correctly, I was prohibited from handling sharp objects… More here.