Death and life - with lunch somewhere in the middle

Just finished what is likely to become a typical week.

Monday began with a very jolly lecture in which a professer of respiratory medicine told us we were all going to die of flu. We all had a good chuckle about that. (I'm exaggerating a little, but he did beam at us and say "a growing population which travels the globe increasingly - what else could you want if you were a virus?") He then proceeded to eulogise Cambridge Medical School. Blank faces all round at that.

Then, shortly before lunch we all donned white coats and filed into the disection room for our first cadaveric experience. That is, human specimens. The bodies were kept covered up and we got to poke prosections that had been prepared for us. It was strangely un-gruesome.

After lunch was our first opportunity to use our stethoscopes for something other than posing with. A healthy volunteer very kindly allowed us to poke at his ribs and tap on his lungs, liver and heart.

So there we go, life and death all before Tuesday.