Sunday 23 September 2007

Dissection done. Err, hungry anyone?

If didn’t know already as part of your training on most medical courses, you will eventually come across some sort of dissection whether it is purely observation or actual participation. Despite all you’ve learnt you’re suddenly hit with the realisation with how fragile life really is. The image of a person, who was once full of energy, is now lying on a cold steel bench, the uninviting lab environment, the smells – you never forget your first time.

During research projects, I’ve stuck to a more clinical route in my research and so I’ve been assisting and actually carrying out dissections on my own a lot more. This may sound a little weird, but the more I do those procedures, the more comfortable I feel. I think eventually you learn to detach yourself from what you’re doing and just focus on the pure pathology. I learnt a lot from those experiences both personally and professionally. Currently my work is stressing me out a little – last night I dreamt that my tissue blocks for a particular study started talking to me. I need a time out, lol! Ooh something my friends and fellow colleagues recently learnt – latex gloves are not so suitable for handling preservation fluids. The fluid seeps through causing the various smells to linger for a long time on your hands. Thank god for nitrile gloves – much better option.

However there was one thing that disturbed me a little. Ok a lot. Quite often after completing a dissection, I would get extremely hungry. Gross right?! You’d think that doing a procedure like that would put me off eating for life, but it was the complete opposite. There I would be sitting at the table, eating my lunch as if it was completely normal. In actual fact, I felt terrible after every dissection! I’d often wonder what the hell was wrong with me, lol.

It was only till very recently, that one of supervisors explained that this was completely normal! I know what you are thinking, but it makes perfects sense. The preservatives used (usually neutral buffered formalin) contain appetite stimulants, thus the sudden hunger pangs. Who knew? Well… obviously my supervisor, duh! But at least now I don’t feel so bad and can go back to enjoying my meals without feeling incredibly guilty! Phew!

Saturday 15 September 2007

My DIY exploits

I arrived back in the UK on 13th August from my summer holidays, only to be greeted by the ever present rain and the longest traffic jam on the M62. Apparently the weather was fine the few weeks I was away (Sod’s law) but I’m pretty sure everyone’s lying about that, lol. Started work back in Harrogate the very next day, when what I really really needed was to sleep. Also arrived back in time to attend Faisal Chachu’s wedding so thank god I went shopping and had the foresight to buy some wedding outfits (phew!) :P Despite being severely jet lagged, attending work the very next day, a family wedding in the process and also quite ill, I still managed to fit in some DIY before my father got home. Yes, yes I know, I do love punishing myself!

I ripped out the old fitted wardrobe (with my dad's permission!) and re-wallpapered the room. Did I stop there? Ha ha, nope! I then proceeded to rip out the old carpet and replaced it with a newer carpet from the garage. Yea I know what you’re thinking, why did we have carpet rolls stored in our garage? My answer is ask my father :)
Here’s the funny thing though... I didn’t have a clue about carpet fitting but that didn’t stop me and I carried on. Laying down the new carpet, I KNEW I hadn’t done it correctly, but rather than admitting defeat, a little voice in my head told me, "Don’t make any damaging cuts and just lay it down in the room and wait for dad to get back and help me". Plus I couldn’t bear to bring the old one back in as it had dead spiders and what not in it, eek!

So I moved most of my stuff back into my room and put my bed together so I would have somewhere to sleep at night, but the worst thing... my clothes were homeless for like a whole week! Ok I know how girly that sounds but it was just so sad as the massive wardrobe that I was inheriting from Aishi (lucky girl!) was only in the next room begging to be put back together again. Argh the agony! Ah well it all ended well... and my dad vowed never to leave me on my own again, lol. The pattern being I only attempt DIY when he’s not around. Hmmm, one of these days I shall have to prove him wrong me thinks, I am his daughter after all, hehe :)

What we found behind the fitted wardrobes... cobwebs and an array of err, colourful wallpaper patterns

Mum was annoyed at me for messing about with the camera... but then I made her crack a smile anyway

Dad & Billy back after their hols decided to help me out by laying down a new carpet in my room. As you can see Bilal took the word 'laying' as a direct order :P