The 2nd time going back is just as bad, if not, worse. Perhaps it was the people who were being cut up this time that made it bad.
A cancer suicide patient, a 27 week gestation baby, a decomposing body. Others were more normal.
Still... each one of the above held a different thing that pricked not just into one's nose, but into ones heart as well.
Gross pathology. Perhaps thats how the name came about. Yes it is gross. Not just the slides, the specimens, but the smell too. Equally gross.
The smell is still with me... wonder how to get rid of it.
Ask me whether i would become a pathologist? Answer is definite ... no.
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