The story of my day:
Onions make you cry.
So does formalin.
Seriously, though, although I was a bit freaked out in the beginning, by the end of the day, dissecting had become almost second nature. Nope, I didn’t faint. Also didn’t throw up. Not even when we had to remove lots of fatty tissue from our cadaver…
I think that dissecting the head and neck and the hands will be quite traumatic, though.
Keep praying, please.
God intervened on the “I’m really scared” part of me. Now maybe He can do the same for the “I have an insane workload” part!