Stiff Corpse

Forensics

The sound of the door screaming was deafening. The sound of hinge iron - which was old and rusty - clashed with each other, starting my morning at this young Doctor's new stage. I decided to open the old door of the forensic lecture hall wide, so as not to sound again when anyone came in.

Ngiiiic. A fat friend of mine came in and nudged the door. The door screamed again. I close my ears tightly. Oh I hate forensics.

If there's anything I don't like in this world of medicine, it's a corpse. Indeed, I was always the first when there was a serious patient who needed help, but I was also the first to run away when the patient died. I don't know why, I'm so hateful, scared, to dead bodies. But I guess I can't keep avoiding it. In two years of Young Doctor profession education, we have to pass 14 stages or courses. One of them is this stase I'm going to hate, Forensics.

But my spirit was burning that morning - even though closing my ears every time a friend walked in nudging my door - this was my last station before I graduated and becoming a real doctor. Sitting in the front seat, I flicked through the pages of the forensic textbook I borrowed yesterday from the library. The smell of paper I can smell fragrant, oh I love books. But then my eyes widened to see the photos of the corpse displayed there. Still didn't expect me to interact with the corpse at this stage. Well, at the other station, actually, I also interacted with the corpse. But at first they lived, and died of disease, while here from the beginning they were not alive. God strengthen me.

Ngiiics

God, I am not strong. I growled in my heart and then moved to the back seat.

Forensics is the practice of dealing with corpses, crime, and death. Here we are in charge of guarding the hospital morgue. Every time a body is sent from the police or local people, we identify it, doing what we call a corpse visa. We're on guard 24 hours in this lecture hall right next to the morgue. Do not be surprised, because in this room also where we sleep, bathe and eat and also as a class to learn.

The stench from the morgue next door began to smell. It smelled like rotten eggs mixed with the smell of rat carcasses, as breezy as it pierced my sense of smell. Although this room is AC –I also have been sitting in the back seat - but can not stem the sharp smell of rot. Maybe it's because I opened the rickety door wide, shit! I got up, holding back the nausea, then I closed the door, and rushed towards the bathroom.

How disgusting, I even threw up, on my first day of this vigil. The most delicious Bu Asih chicken soto in this hospital, has been spewed out to the toilet WC. Though I was willing to leave early in the morning to feel the mandatory food of the young doctor.

Even though I hate corpses, I still do not want to look lazy in front of my lecturer, especially the forensic specialist is fine. But in the end I was late for class because it was too long in the bathroom. And the morning classes began.