Life's been still good to me. Could be a tad better but it's good.
Working period for my apprenticeship started and for this time I can stay here in my hometown for the job. The place were I'm working at affords a great opportunity for me to learn as they offer most different patients with neurological diseases/disorders like parkinsonism or multiple sclerosis to me for therapy.
Otherwise I've been pretty busy.
E.g. I've taken a group for back exercises. From now on (once a week) I'll stand in front of people in order to train their back/abdominal/hamstring/gluteal muscles and that's soooooo funny! I swear there's hardly something as amusing as six housewives/working mothers growning and grunting, faces turning red of strain while they try to do the exercises with you. rofl
As for my educational advancement we (my schoolmates and I) went on an excursion to university, pathological section/anatomic theatre. “In order to deepen your anatomical knowledge” did our principle say. My first thoughts on this weren't the most positive ones. Getting up at an ungodly early hour, getting into a bus with all your schoolmates, needing almost half of the morning to get to university, spending the day surrounded by corpses while listening to the professors explanations of anatomic details and connections, only to get into the bus again in the evening and arriving late at home in order to go to work the next morning? confused As I said my thoughts weren't all positive. But in the end it wasn't so bad. Ok the schedule was quite stressful but all in all it was pretty interesting.
We were shown an already prepared corpse to inspect (concerning muscles, ligaments, etc.). The professor told us neither the students nor himself get too much information about the people on the autopsy tables. But our “patient” was a man and about 40 years old, Caucasian and a mercenary who thought it would be a good idea to donate his body to science - so we were told. Mmmmh... perhaps he thought of it like a last good deed? gonk
Eventually we were led to the cellar rooms where they keep the fresh corpses in tanks for preparations. When the guy in charge opened the tanks to show some of the dead most of my schoolmates took instinctively a step back. Not because they couldn't stand the view; in this state they all look a lot like, well, dummies. No but it was because of the smell! A smell not produced by the bodies but by the liquid they've been conserved in - it is composed of a good deal of pure alcohol (over 75 percent!). The only one who didn't take the whole situation so serious was my classmate. He stepped forward, took a deep breath through his nose, exhaled almost pleasurably and said “I wonder if the police would arrest me if I drove a car after this.” biggrin And I dare say yes, they would have done so. The air in the cellar really made you feel a little dizzy after a while. But everyone got home sober I assure you. blaugh
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