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Jun. 17th, 2006 05:48 pmAny lingering doubt that I could handle mortuary science/funeral service has now been erased.
I just sat and read through this webpage (warning- lots of really gross images, I'm not kidding), while eating a messy cheeseburger, and didn't even fucking blink. No queasiness, no 'omg, eww!' episodes. Nothing. All I felt was sympathy for the poor ratty and a burning curiousity for the inner workings of mammals.
Over the years, I've handled a wide variety of corpses before, ranging from pets to roadkill to family members to fetal remains. It doesn't phase me, other than feelings of sorrow and those are moreso intertwined with the personal attachment to what used to inhabit the bodies and my personal relationship to them, rather than any sort of 'omg, death!' ickiness.
I can so do this.
Now, if only I would stop getting heart-stopping letters of "YOU ARE TOTALLY NOT GETTING THIS GRANT/SCHOLARSHIP!" that masquerade as FAFSA notifications. I've gotten two so far. One of which was from the college and stated that while I showed considerable need for financial aid, I didn't qualify for it at this time (most likely some sort of county-specific thing that they run everyone through) and the other was from HESAA (telling me my eligibilty index was too high to receive aid, the Engineer got one of these also). Neither of them are the big, important notifications. So, I'm going to attempt to quit freaking out about them.
Pay special attention to my use of the word 'attempt', mind you.
I just sat and read through this webpage (warning- lots of really gross images, I'm not kidding), while eating a messy cheeseburger, and didn't even fucking blink. No queasiness, no 'omg, eww!' episodes. Nothing. All I felt was sympathy for the poor ratty and a burning curiousity for the inner workings of mammals.
Over the years, I've handled a wide variety of corpses before, ranging from pets to roadkill to family members to fetal remains. It doesn't phase me, other than feelings of sorrow and those are moreso intertwined with the personal attachment to what used to inhabit the bodies and my personal relationship to them, rather than any sort of 'omg, death!' ickiness.
I can so do this.
Now, if only I would stop getting heart-stopping letters of "YOU ARE TOTALLY NOT GETTING THIS GRANT/SCHOLARSHIP!" that masquerade as FAFSA notifications. I've gotten two so far. One of which was from the college and stated that while I showed considerable need for financial aid, I didn't qualify for it at this time (most likely some sort of county-specific thing that they run everyone through) and the other was from HESAA (telling me my eligibilty index was too high to receive aid, the Engineer got one of these also). Neither of them are the big, important notifications. So, I'm going to attempt to quit freaking out about them.
Pay special attention to my use of the word 'attempt', mind you.