Anatomy Lab
Things I've done since last post: Went to class numerous times, crammed all sorts of useful stuff into my head for the recent physIOLOGY test (did you know rock music damages hair cells? Not those hair cells, your other ones), skinned a goat and horse, removed the front leg of a horse, opened up the thorax and abdominal cavity of goat and horse (good god, did that smell), had dreams about dead, skinned horses hanging up in my room.
We are dissecting whole horses (I think they are ponies, read small horse breed and not baby horseys (=foals)). They are propped up on scaffolding and hanging precariously by two sets of hooks thrown over the top the stand. So, the horses are just hanging there, about 1.5 feet between floor and hooves, so that about 7 feet to the top of the head. And now we have ripped all the skin off and cleaned the fasica (read white stuff) from the muscles. Today we cut ribs out, exposing thorax and some abdomen stuff squished out too. Fun, huh? So, you can see where the dreams come from... not particularly nightmares or bad in any way really, just kinda weird. I think I may react oddly to the dissection. We cut through this large muscle on the side of body behind the pectoral limb (latissimus dorsi for your info) and it looked just like cooked roast beef with a rare center, since our horses were put down just a few weeks ago they are still bloody and stuff. Upon seeing the "roast beef", one of the girls in my anat group remarked, "by the end of this year, I'll probably be a vegetarian." To which I remarked, "Mmmm, I could go for a roast beef sandwich. I'm hungry" in all seriousness. She gave me a disgusted look.
Eh. Keep in mind that horse meat is a delicacy in other countries.
To give you an idea of how the dissection and later practical works, I've included some photos. Be warned now, they are a bit gruesome to those not in lab.
A hanging horse. Note the two sets of hooks at neck and rump. Head is off to left of pic.
That's a goat on a table. Perfect example of what the practical looks like. Extra points for who can name the muscle at D.
Hanging horse. Head to right under bag. Note hole straight through abdomen, you can see the other scaffolding prop. Right leg has been removed.
White horse with bag over it's head.
Some guts. You try and identify that crap...
More guts in a bag.
All pics in post:
Source: M.S A. Kumar, BVSc., MVSc., MS., Ph.D.
Copyright Information: Copyright 2004, M.S A. Kumar, BVSc., MVSc., MS., Ph.D.
posted by Alice @ 1:57 AM
4 comments
4 Comments:
Roast beast is a feast I can't stand in the least! :-P Even if I have ever had the desire to eat a roast beef sandwich, I can't imagine my wanting one after those dissections.
Where do they get all these animals from? I know that my high school used euthanized stray cats, but somehow the image of the MSPCA receiving calls about tagless ponies roaming the streets doesn't seem quite right...
~Jen(n)
HAHAHHAHAHA CHRISTINE you are AMAZING. I would laugh so hard if I heard you say to someone, while dissection is going on, "mmm, I could go for a roast beef sandwhich right now" HAHHAHA
Still laughing.
P.S. I love the pictures and the dream story.
Jennie M.
When I first dissected a human, it too looked just like roast beef, which is what my mom had cooked for dinner that night. Um, so in the guts picture, I'll take a stab and say the fatty crap in between the intestines is mesentery. But only because I used to have to peel it off mice intestines and weigh it for a summer job. Yummy. So are the hooks in the horse just under the skin, or do they go under the vertebrae or something? You should tell the girl in your anat group that in China, they have bags of dead kittens for sale in the markets, presumably to eat (my old post doc told me a Chinese candidate put a picture of that in his presentation for some reason). Anyhow, I guess I'll get back to my old virus proteins now. Enjoy classes, and thanks for putting up pics...now I know what I'm missing. :-p
Later,
Eliz
Those guts in a bag were courtesy of moi. What a nightmare it was getting those damn things in there.
Erin
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