While I was in college, I took an anatomy class. Every year, the school sponsored a trip to the morgue at the local hospital so each student in the class could be a spectator for a real autopsy.When the doctor rolled out the specimen, I nearly spit up my food, because it was the first dead body I had ever seen.In spite of studying biology and anatomy and even dissecting various species of animals for several semesters, I felt dizzy and my head was spinning.I tried to remain calm and cool, because I didn’t want to spoil this experience for the others and make a spectacle of myself in front of the doctor and other students.An older student saw that I was feeling uneasy and came over and squeezed my arm and recommended that I go out to the hall and splash or spray some cold water on my face to help me relax.When I came back in the room, the class had been split into two sections. One group was supposed to clean the equipment until it sparkled, and the other group as to spread out clean towels and sheets around the body.I sprinkled some cleaning powder on my hands and washed the equipment thoroughly.
