Well death enthusiasts, it happened. I was improperly wearing my PPE (Personal Protective Equipment) whilst searching for blood vessels to begin embalming. Frustrated, I tore away at the sternocleidomastoid muscle and my anuerysm hook caught some fat tissue and flung it toward my face landing right in my beard. Though freaking out and EXTREMELY disgusted, I kept going. When I got home from lab, I still had to check-in at work. So I walked over to the funeral home with fat still in my beard, told them I wasn’t staying, and then proceeded to head back home to take one of the hottest showers I have ever taken and to scrub my face. I even considered getting rid of my beard. I’m way to proud of that though to get rid of it. Washing it sufficed.
Mortuary school is a lot like getting fat in your beard. One minute you think everything is going really well and the next minute you’re hating life and just wanting to shower.
It has definitely been a busy semester. I was cruising along through my midterms, but now feel like I am falling way behind in the marathon. Though I am still getting decent-ish grades, it keeps piling up. But I am enjoying most (well some) of what I am doing every day.
Stay intrigued by death, my friends. Like and follow me on Facebook and Twitter. Ask me questions. And please, don’t let a little fat tissue in your beard hold you back.
[TC-Death Writer]
