When You Know You Shouldn’t Be a Heart Surgeon

Not that I was ever, ever, EVER considering that.  I like sitting down, and eating often, and sleeping regularly.

This semester, bio has taken a turn for the interesting and we are learning a lot of anatomy and physiology, starting with dissecting a pig heart in lab on Wednesday.pig heart1

We examined the outside, cut the pericardium off, identified various ventricles and then cut that baby open and

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kind of gross.  But cool at the same time.  It’s awesome to see the parts that we read and learn so much about and to be able to hold that in our hands and to see where the blood flows and how it gets through the body,  Have you ever cut into a right or left atrium and felt the wall, or stuck your fingers through the arteries?  Neat, but not for me forever and ever.  Plus, I was shaky and clumsy and Nicole lovingly announced that “Well now we know Tamara won’t be a heart surgeon…”.  And half the time, I was holding my breath so I wouldn’t breath in the formaldehyde, but that was causing me to drool an excessive amount.  At one point, I was a little too eager with the scissors and caused the pig heart juices (technical term) to splash into my lab coat and on my arm.  And the last fun moment of them all, while I was washing the dissecting tray, I turned the water on too quickly/hard and pig heart juice sprayed onto my face.

Do you feel like you were there, having all that fun with me?

If I do nothing else during my post-bac year, at least I know I won’t be a heart surgeon.  At least we look like smart doctors 😉heart dissection

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