Stormy and that fetal pig (triggering for weak stomachs)
Today I am thinking of Stormy, the most innocent participant in the sordid tale that will be revealed in court beginning today. So, I wonder, Stormy, how could she do it? You know, the deed. Well, similarly, biology students, to learn the organization of mammalian body systems, dissect a fetal pig. I remember the uncomfortable eye goggles, the disgusting sight, and the opening slap in the face of formaldehyde fumes. I remember being then overtaken by the intense concentration required to complete the task, which overcame all the extraneous sensory input. Students achieving this right of passage include your doctor, dentist, psychiatrist, surgeon, nurse, veterinarian, and podiatrist. Similarly, cooks across the nation splatchcock chickens efficiently, routinely, and without gagging. Each of us, from plumbers to parents to pugilists, have to tackle dirty jobs by focusing on the job, setting aside the otherwise disgusting sensory input. Stormy had a particularly heroic challenge, more odious than a dead pig or splatchcocked chicken. But, in my own way, I feel empathy for Stormy because, in pursuit of my own profession ambitions, I once dissected a formaldehyde-drenched fetal pig carcass. I will be thinking of Stormy today.
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