the red south

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by REID CAMERON SOUTHWICK, budding journalist, poet and wordsmith extraordinaire

Dedicated to Eileen Nash George. My Nan

Friday, August 04, 2006

Fearlessness as an object

Morgue Madness pt. II

I had to knock it off first. mostly cuz i was fairly drunk and knew that if i left it, the anticipation of revisiting the very room where death lives on every molecule, every atom, would overcome any concept of responsibility, and i would simply quietly hand in my shit at 7:30 and not say a word. admittedly, all of that would normally be cool, but i showed up to work drunk. i do have a conscience, so into the morgue i went.

of course, my curiosity overcame me so i had to turn on the light to the fridge and peer in... and like, Holy Fuck. this isn't the normal drawer-type shit you see on law and order. it's a feckin open room where dead bodies would be draped over stretchers (hopefully covered) next to each other. with a hell of a lot of luck, the room was empty. sigh.

and then came the autopsy rooms, and with those came the usual suspects (saw and spatula). but i soon realized that i hadn't observed the full monty the time before. to illustrate, i must digress.

imagine your younger sister's class is having a science experiment expo. she's in grade 7, let's say, and each student has a model of their experiment on a table with directions and descriptions inscribed on a piece of bristol board on the wall behind it. now imagine that a student's illustration has inscribed above it the following words: HOW TO CUT A FIXED BRAIN ETC (emphasis in original).

wow. a little racy. but nonetheless understandable, given the circumstances.

added to this, the illustration features sketchy ass drawings of knives making particular incisions into what can only be guessed is a brain. However, the diagrams are, as discussed, the work of a junior high school kid who has no fucking clue how to draw.

cool. still no problems here. just a kid with a strange streak of originality.

then comes the last piece of the drawing, which is a SPATULA dumping what's left of the brain into a fecking GARBAGE CAN.

OK. this kid is mad disturbed, right?

NOW imagine this isn't a freakin science expo in some grade seven class. it's in an autopsy room of the QEII Hospital's morgue.

so THIS is how they teach people how to desecrate the bodies of the deceased. ahh.

good fucking thing i'm drunk.

2 Comments:

Blogger C. LaRoche said...

Uh, I don't get it.

7:52 AM  
Blogger Southwick said...

blargh. in one of the autopsy rooms there is a piece of bristol board set up like it's some science fair display and it appears to be a set of step by step instructions - which appear to be drawn by a child - on how to disect a brain. It also has the words, 'HOW TO CUT A FIXED BRAIN ETC' written at the top.

4:36 PM  

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