late night whine and cheeze
Fuck. I hurt.
I went to see the human bodies exhibit tonight with Jules and it was fascinating, really amazing. I love anatomy and physiology. It was my favorite subject in massage school. Some of things were really beautiful, incredibly intricate. I felt like it was a little safe, a little sanitized for midwestern sensibilities. I was also a bit freaked out by the fact almost all the bodies were asian males. When I asked where the bodies came from I was told they came from medical schools in China and possibly unclaimed bodies. Yikes. uh. Is it just me or does the idea of unclaimed bodies from China sound a bit sketchy? Human rights violations? hmm.. There’s a big sign that says “these bodies were treated with the utmost respect and dignity.” ….O..k…What about the live people? I mean before they were meat on display? Hmm. Points to ponder. But it was certainly fascinating and beautiful in way and I am grateful for the chance to see it. I pray their spirits are finding rest.
I hurt though, and pain makes people selfish. In my own selfish way I was going through the exhibit and looking up close and personal at the body parts that have broken or malfunctioned at one point or another in my life, the scars I carry on this earthly shell. Hello frontal sinus, Hello, phalanges. Hello there pubic symphysis. Hello, there evil ovary from hell. Possibly I am projecting a bit. I am a bit tired of physical pain. I’m one big fucking joke of a medical mishap and I really would like to know why. wah. me me me me me. yuk.
anyway.