Audiobook sample: Medical - Dark Humor - Non-Fiction - First-Person - Female
Middle Aged (35-54)
North American (General)
North American (US General American - GenAM)
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The human head is of the same approximate size and weight as a roaster chicken. I've never had occasion to make the comparison. But here are 40 of them, one perot sting pan resting face up for the plastic surgeons to practice on for the moment. You can't see the faces they've been draped with white cloths. When you make your way down the rows, you can see that the stumps are not covered. They are bloody and rough. Having been lopped off just below the chin. I find myself wondering whose handiwork this is. The seminar begins with a review of facial anatomy. Elevate the skin in the subcutaneous plan from lateral to medial. Intones the narrator obligingly the surgeon sinks scalp als into faces. The flesh not resisting or yielding blood isolate the brow as a skin island. The narrator speaks slowly in a flat tone. I'm sure the idea is to sound neither excited nor overly dismayed. I walk up and down the rows. The heads look like rubber, Halloween masks. They look like human heads, but my brain has no precedent for human heads on tables or in roasting pans or anywhere other than on top of human bodies. And so I think look at the nice men and women wearing masks. I sit down at station 13 with a surgeon. She is dark haired with large, strong cheekbones, her head. The one on the table is gone, with a similarly strong set to the bones. It's an odd way for the two women's lives to intersect. I watched the surgeon as she begins gingerly probing the woman's exposed tissues. What she's doing, basically is getting her bearings, learning in a detailed hands on manner. What's what and what's where? In this complicated layering of the skin, fat muscle and fascia that makes up the human cheek, I am engrossed until the end when the surgeon suddenly replaces the white cloth on the cadaver's face. When I asked her why the eyes of the dead woman had no pupils, she silently reaches up, closes the eyelids, looks down and says, may she rest in peace? I hear it as pieces, but that's just me.
Interviewer, Narrator, Aloof, Amusing, Articulate, Biting, Humorous, Narrator, Sarcastic, Scientific, Uncomfortable, North American (General), North American (US General American - GenAM)