Plastination Passion
I just received an email with the subject titled “Body Donation” from the Body Worlds people and it caught my scatterbrained attention. When or if (I’m betting on the former) I die, my organs with be harvested—the few usable ones—and my body will be Plastinated. Yes, my current vessel with exist forever. I told them my reason for donating my body was that I wouldn’t need it. Although, that’s not nearly as good as “people always said I was beautiful on the inside” as Vitamin K said, but she has yet to send in the forms—or have you?
Damn, I wish I could see it. Even though I’ve seen the inside of my body many times, which is why the looking at blood, bones, guts, etc. have never bothered me—once you see your own, nothing phases you. A friend of mine even suggested I become an EMT—hey, it worked for Kiki Smith. That’s not a bad idea because I like fast-paced work, anatomy, and helping people.
Which reminds me, I almost exchanged this piece for an opportunity to watch a surgery, but the doctor never got back to me. He wanted to hang it in his office. Oh well, I like it in my living room.