I See Dead People.

So not many people can say they have jammed to 90’s rap while on there way to pick up a dead body. I guess I can. Most people, upon hearing that I work with dead people, always ask “How do you prepare myself for it?” And I never really thought about. I didn’t prepare myself for the first dead person and I surely don’t prepare myself now. I’m just able to deal. Some people can just go in there and do it, being unaffected by everything. I will tell you one thing, you either can do it, or you can’t. There’s no inbetweens.

One thing that always gets me is the smell. If its already been a few days and the decomposition process has already started then boy does it smell rank. I gag sometimes, if I don’t watch what I’m doing but for the most part I suck it up and breathe very slowly.

Right now I’m reading a book called “Stiff” By Mary Roach and its pretty fascinating. She talks about all the bodies that have been used to better science and really the person isn’t there anymore so why should they care? I don’t think I will. I want to help out and let people learn. There are some schools that hold ceremonies to the bodies that they have explored. There’s nothing wrong with donating your body to science.

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Where Are My People???

Summer is here. I wouldn’t be able to say that if I hadn’t almost died the other day in the sweltering heat when I was out biking it on the bike trail for 15 miles. By the time we got back to our house I really thought I was going to die, and the only way to get away from the heat was an ice cold swimming pool. I have never felt so refreshed, I couldn’t even see anything but the inviting water as I staggered up to the deck and let my body freely drop into the shockingly chill water.

One thing I can’t lament on anymore than I have is the reality of the real world. I have never felt so upset about anything as this summer when I have realized that all of my friends are out and about outside of our town doing things to help them with their lives and futures. It didn’t hit me until the other night when i was sitting at my house I decided to call someone up to hang out and as I was going down the list in my phone  book I realized there was no one to call because the few friends that I have left in this place, were working or busy, and there was nobody else to call.

How sad. Every single one of my very close friends is not staying here this summer and I am stuck in this prism of jobs working everyday of the week, not getting a chance to hang out with anybody. This could not be worse. I have never felt this way in my entire life. Everyday there is something to do and when we are bored we somehow find something fun  to get into. Now, there is nothing. I am stuck here alone with very few people to hang out with and it is certainly heartbreaking when not long ago I was able to pull eight or nine people together for a night of fun, spur of the moment.

What is the world coming too? Reality sucks.

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Rebel.

Hey Look, is that A Dead Guys Kidney?

So… I’m done being emo. Its time to just suck it up, move on, and let the good times roll.

I attended my first autopsy this week. Quite morbid but VERY awesome. I don’t know how to explain it, some people are just very good with dead people and I am one of those people. We got all suited up and then I got to feel around at all the parts of the body. One thing I will say is the smell is horrific. I couldn’t smell that well because I had been congested all week long but even then I was able to get several wiff’s that made me gag. Next time I am going to chew an extra large piece of mint gum with some victoria’s secret hand cream. I’m almost convinced that will do the trick.

This week I’ve decided to start the Anita Blake vampire series by Laurell K. Hamilton. Book one is called guilty pleasures and it has been interesting so far. I am a big fan of her Merry Gentry series but there is one thing I really don’t like about her writing. Sometimes one of her books only spans over a two to three day time period. A 400 page book should not only be consisting of two to three days. That is alittle too much detail, and it seems like the main characters just have a very bad weekend going from one thing to the next until you’re like My God can they get a rest? Other than that I have no complaints so whoo Laurell.

Recently my life has been quite boring. I’m in the semi-real world and its not a term I use lightly. That means I’m half way to the real world and have only one year left before just that happnes. Yikes! Unfortunately I did finally lose my cousin last week. He fell ill to the real world just like mostly everyone else who has graduated from school and isn’t going on to become nero scientists and masters of very serious subjects. It was sad, but everyone has to cross over sometime right?

I had a seven day week this week, which really does suck, but I can’t complain because its always something different everyday. I guess I better get going my sister is getting ansy for the computer. LAter.

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