We finally finished the pig dissection! It was pretty fun overall. I looked forward to it almost everyday. My mom took note of this, and asked me if I wanted to become a surgeon for a career. I thought for a second, contemplating my answer.
The dissection was fun because it was like an excavation for me, cutting into and searching for pieces of organs. I did mess up a lot. My partner and I tried to remove the nervous system: the spinal cord, hindbrain and brain, but it fell apart into 3 pieces. Earlier I accidentally cut off the penis and punctured the intestines multiple times, making a chyme mess. Chyme is the partly digested food that flows through the stomach and small intestine. This made it more challenging to work because it would ooze out of every slice we made and have to constantly clean it up. Of course we weren’t striving for perfection and it was only our first time, but if the pig was alive, I probably wouldn’t be able to go through the stress of a life in my hands. Also, it wasn’t messy because there was no blood, but one heck of a smell.
I finally replied to my mom, “No.” It’s not my passion. I liked the new experience because it was hands on, and I got to see every detail of the pig in real life, unlike an online simulator.
It’s fun to try new things to know what you like or don’t like. When we traveled to the hill and read an article about mental health connected to nature, I realized I needed to go outside more often because it makes me feel rejuvenated. The dissection on the other hand, made me realize I wouldn’t like the stress of working on organs as a career.
In the end, every experience is worth it because it teaches you more about yourself.