21 November 2007

Do you?

Do you know when you're forced to go to an abattoir or else you won't graduate and you end up learning more abt suppurating bones in pigs than you ever thought possible? You are told to inspect the carcasses, go on, shove those gloved hands in, touch them, cut those lovely lymph nodes open, they want it, but mind the pus squir - I TOLD YOU TO MIND THE PUS SQUIRTS!

Do you know when you're forced to go to yet another abattoir even further away tomorrow bcs, sadly, when you've seen one carcass you have not seen them all and there's so much more to them than just the festering skeleton? You'll never forget what pneumonia feels like, though, after digging elbow-deep through a vat looking for hepatised lungs that particular piece of information will forever be branded in your mind. Alas, the pong wafts from your clothing throughout the day if you're fortunate enough to have classes right after returning to Lisbon, which you always are.

Do you know when you happen to be in the same room as your ex and he is talking absolute rubbish and you look at him and think God but the man is an idiot, verily, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?

Other than that, it was a lovely day.

11 furballs:

orodemniades said...

An abattoir? In order to graduate?

Um. Wow. I...can't even pick out one thing to say about that, other than, ugh.

Also, I really keep wanting to type ABBAttoir, but I like Abba, and that somehow seems wrong...and the word verification thingy is absolutely ilarious - hpnotug!

Savtadotty said...

Yes, I do know what you mean about seeing your ex through non-infatuated eyes. I guess love is not only blind, but also deaf. It makes a girl wonder!

Nancy said...

ahhh time brings wisdom...and hopefully some forgetfullness...as carcasses in the plural or singular are icky.

m.bee said...

I had to look up abattoir in the dictionary. Uhm... go me?

I kind of like the juxtaposition with the ex though.

Manuela said...

Heh, now I want to know precisely what he was saying!

CarpeDM said...

Um, ew. Reason 453 for me to not become a vet.

D said...

Well think of it this way: Would you have known if the pig and the ex had switched places? Would you have felt better?
(yeah yeah, the ex is a pig of sorts too, I know, lmao)

Udge said...

The abattoir is probably a kind of physical pep-talk to encourage you to keep your patients alive: "See how disgusting they become when they're dead? You -- yes you! -- can prevent that."

paulmonster said...

There's a passage from Lord Dunsany that I regularly turn to for consolation on days such as the one you've described. I hope I do not presume too much by quoting at length:

"The Arabs followed a little way through the forest but when they saw that they had to face a broadside instead of one stern gun and perceived that a ship afloat is less vulnerable to cavalry even than when on shore, they abandoned ideas of revenge, and comforted themselves with a text out of their sacred book which tells how in other days and other places our enemies shall suffer even as we desire."

QuietusLeo said...

I empathize completely.
First year of med school, field trip to a chicken packing plant where the slaughter is done on site.
This was done by a kosher butcher who supposedly minimizes pain and suffering. The sight was appalling even by my non-vegetarian, non-bleeding-heart standards. The birds that were incorrectly slaughtered were thrown into a bin to die a long and agonizing death.
As far as hearing the rubbish spouted by an ex - sheesh, don't get me started. She was a looney toon with all the trimmings. I surely don't know what I was thinking.
On a brighter note, I worked on a dairy farm during my studies. I love cows. They are some of the nicest people I know. That possibly explains why I became an anaesthesiologist: to avoid inane conversation.

Ana said...

No, I don't know. But I do know what it's like to be selling an abattoir (I work in M&A right?) and having to visit it over and over again with the potencial buyers. And they want to see everything.
I've seen pigs, cows, lambs and even horses being slaughtered and dismanteled. Very bad indeed...