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It’s quite apparent I’ve been lacking in the blogging department. Life got a bit all over the place recently which made it hard to sit down and focus on getting my thoughts out on a page. None of it bad, which I’m happy to say is a first when it comes to how life usually treats me. I’ve been busy with job applications, interviews and, finally getting employed by the NHS as a Mortuary and Bereavement Assistant! As you can probably guess, I’m extremely happy to finally be on the road to becoming a qualified APT. The past 5 months with the guys in Harlow have been amazing but bills need to be paid and volunteering, as rewarding as it is, just isn’t sustainable. 

I learned so much in my time in Harlow, all the basics of running a mortuary but also how to treat the people we work with on a day to day basis. Giving a helping had to funeral directors, having a laugh and a joke with the pathologists and most importantly, how to talk to bereaved families when they call up asking for an update. I’ve loved my time there, I couldn’t have asked for a better team to teach me and send me on my way to start my dream career. 

I joined the Lister team this past Tuesday. I spent my first morning where I’ve been craving to be since April, down on the PM room floor helping to weigh organs, washing the deceased and marking down any external injuries and distinguishing features on a body map. I came out of that PM room needing to change my scrubs and have a shower, yes, I got my hands (obviously gloved) dirty! We had some interesting cases and being able to be up close and not up on the observation gallery was amazing. To really see the pathology, the differences of healthy tissue on one case and then the diseased tissue on the other was so interesting, solidifying why I want to do what I want to do. 

The rest of the week was spent in the bereavement office, dealing mostly with hospital deaths and searching through patient notes to find out if they needed a referral to the coroner. If a death in the hospital has happened within 24hrs of them being admitted, if they had a surgery in the last 3 months or if the patient had a fall, they must be referred to the coroner. If the coroner is happy, no post-mortem is needed, but if not an inquest is started. It’s been really insightful to be able to see this process from start to finish, from bereavement to mortuary. Although, this does have its challenges. When in the mortuary, you try not to give the deceased a personality, a life, you still treat them with dignity and respect but to allow yourself not to get emotionally involved you have to remove the life that they had. Sometimes this is easy, sometimes it’s hard, but to protect your mental health you leave your emotions at the mortuary door. But now imagine, you’ve just finished meeting a family or just gotten off the phone to a relative or partner who is distraught about a death that’s just happened and but they’re telling you about the good times they’ve had with them, how much they’ll miss them. Then the next day you're assisting in the post-mortem room, and they’re loved one is laid out in front of you. Or even imagine it the other way round, the relative calls up for an update and yesterday you had their heart in your hands. 

Don’t get me wrong, I love my job and although I have somethings to get used to, I only think it’ll help to make me a stronger, more caring person. But, the PM room is where I belong!

Hopefully, I’ll be able to keep this up again, I’ll try for every Sunday. No guarantees though!

Rosie May x

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d a y  f i v e

I now had to come to terms with the fact that I found corpses interesting. This was something altogether more challenging than I had realised. Did this make me some psycho or would it turn me into some mass murdering psychopath. If I was even thinking these things, what would everyone else think of me? Would it be easier to keep this all a secret until I had a job and then just say I worked in a hospital, that’s what everyone else in the industry were telling people. 

No, I just couldn’t do that. After seeing these bodies my whole outlook on life changed, I no longer wanted to waste my life hiding who I was and I was no longer going to let my anxiety hold me back. This is exactly what I wanted to do and I didn’t want to hide it from anyone. I wanted to be able to share how all of this has changed me and made me appreciate my body for the beautiful machine it is. I just needed to gain the courage to do just that. 

After calling around some more mortuaries and again being turned down over and over again, I got through to a place that was willing to help. This is when all my luck changed. I was invited to come down and spend the morning with them and meet the team. They didn’t have any current jobs going but may do in the future and having the experience of going in and spending sometime with them would only help my chances for when it came up. He asked me if I wanted to observe a full post mortem and I jumped at the opportunity, of course I wanted to! So we arranged at date and time for me to come down.

It was an early morning for me, up at 5am and out of the door by 6, only time for one coffee and one cigarette. When I arrived I was welcomed at the door by the man I had been talking to and who had invited me down. He was a lovely happy soul and he instantly made me feel at ease. My anxiety was running high at this point knowing full well what I was about to see but he and the team we so lovely and welcoming my anxiety started to drift away. 

After having a quick chat with everyone I was asked to change into scrubs. YES! Finally I was in proper scrubs, a dream I had since I was a little girl. They were burgundy and so comfy, it was like wearing pjs in work. After I was changed we went through to the post mortem room. 

This was much more organised and clean than the other one I went to. As soon as you walked in there was a sterile space and then over a half-wall/tiled bench was the pm room. I was given a surgical gown to put on along with a plastic apron and given a pair of wellies as well and a face shield. After putting all of this on we scooted over the tiled bench and were now fully in the pm room. 

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