Here I am, back in Cleveland and planted firmly in front of my trusty at-work computer, which pleases me because it's hooked up to a T3 line. No modem, no silly slow connections. The last few days, I've had to endure many a modem-sound episode. This all goes to show that I have truly graduated into the world of hopeless geek. I have to use a dial-up connection, and I feel like I'm trapped in an archaic world. Like my keyboard should be constructed of Brontosaurus teeth and I should be wearing a mastadon hyde instead of my chic new sleeveless turtleneck sweater from Lerner New York.
On a related note, said chic sweater is making my neck itch. Why is it that the only clothes I own which make me truly comfortable are the ones that make me look like some sort of balkan refugee?
I think one of the high points of being home was listening to cousin Eric's stories of medical school (he's a first-year at Jefferson in Philadelphia). I did not know this about medical school, but an average team of med students gets one cadaver at the beginning of every semester, and that's it. No fresh dead folks. So med students have the responsibility of delaying the decay process, which I find a bit creepy. My cousin's stiff is named Bertha. She died at 70 from a burst colon. Eric went into detail about this *ahem* unpleasant cause of death, but I will spare all readers the details because there is absolutely nothing entertaining about them. What was entertaining was his story of how, during a leg amputation, my cousin (who was assigned the task of holding the dead woman's leg in the air) ended up losing his footing and breaking her deceased hip. This caused the poor soul who was sawing the leg to slice too deeply, thereby completely severing the leg, at which point my cousin went flying across the room holding a severed leg above his head.
Eric also lamented because another team of students stole a breast from his team's cadaver. Apparently, the dastardly devils also got away with part of a trachea.
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