The ick factor

The office building I work out of used to be a hospital. The hospital closed 15 years ago, but we still get mail addressed to them.

We got a catalog from a company that makes realistic-looking body parts for medical students and nurses to practice on. A nice arm, for instance, to poke a needle into so doctors and nurses don't have to practice on a live patient. I think it's great. God bless doctors and nurses, because they look at stuff that would make me fall over in a dead faint. I found out what a weak sister I was about body parts when I saw a real cow's eyeball. Some girls brought it to our fifth grade classroom. I made it just outside the door before losing my school lunch (and my mom had paid 35¢ for it, too).

WARNING: If you're easily grossed out or offended by human genitalia then click out of this blog right now. Here is some of the realistic wizardry:

Ewww. Ick.

I know there are artificial vaginas cast from porn stars, but who did they cast this from? And do they lock it up to keep it away from the male med students?



This reminds me to make an appointment for my yearly exam. I don't know what I'd do if I went a year without my tiny female doctor ramming it home, digging around for my prostate. I picked her because of her small fingers.



Very smart! Make a manikin that switches sexes.


I'll bet this class is well attended by guys eager to learn how to check for lumps.