I remember exactly where our cavader was in the dissection room. We had a black man, which I remember being unusual in East Anglia, and all the other cadavers were white. He was a very big man, giant organs, easy to dissect, not as fiddly as some of the smaller cadavers.
In first year we started with the chest, moving on to the arm, while the second years dissected the head and neck. Each week we'd go back to discover that the neck dissection had moved on a piece. Until the head was removed completely, and we had a headless corpse to dissect.
The plastic box, with saqdust filling, was gradually filled up through the year, until all that remained on the table was a pair of legs.
I could tell you some stories about what we did in dissection, but suffice to say if any medical student were caught doing that sort of thing now, I would throw them out of the medical school. How times change.
We went to the funeral service for our cadavers - I am as religious as a pottetd plant, but felt a deal of respect towards our cadaver, and went in spite of the religious portion.
I remember the sweat dripping from Patrick's forehead as he carried out the most tricky parts of dissection (he's a cardiologist now, but an interventional one)
I remember being very hungry after Tuesday morning's dissection, with a craving for tuna.
I remember being thirsty half way through Friday afternoon's dissection, with a craving for Old Speckled Hen.
We have Thiel Cadavers in Dundee - one of very few places to offer Thiel dissection. The specimens are very lifelike, soft, pliable, not hard, stiff and inhuman. Dissecting a Thiel cadaver is very much like operating on a very much alive patient. We aim to offer this to every one of our students - I remember much of what I learnt in dissection, and use that knowledge almost every day.