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Bodily Fluids And Solids Are Universally The Most Disgusting Things We As Human Beings Can Come Upon, But As Long As They Are Inside Us, It's Part Of You.

The Terms "idiot" And "lunatic" Were Acceptable Diagnostic Terms In England Up Until 1959. "imbecile" And "feeble-minded Person" Were, Likewise, Listed As Official Categories In The 1913 Mental Deficiency Act. England Has Always Lagged A Bit Behind In Discarding Outdated Terms For The Disadvantaged. When I Was There In 1980, It Was Still Possible To Shop For Used Clothing At The Local Spastic Shop. That Is, Compared To The United States, Where It Takes, Oh, About Twenty-five Minutes For A Diagnostic Euphemism To Become A Conversational Faux Pas.

Yet If You Don't Understand The Physiology Of A Biological System Or Process-like Female Sexual Arousal-you Can't Possibly Come Up With A Way To Fix It When Things Go Wrong. No One Would Have Come Up With A Treatment For Diabetes If Physiologists Hadn't Figured Out How Metabolism, Blood Sugar, And Insulin Work.

The Human Head Is Of The Same Approximate Size And Weight As A Roaster Chicken. I Have Never Before Had Occasion To Make The Comparison, For Never Before Today Have I Seen A Head In A Roasting Pan.

One Young Woman's Tribute Describes Unwrapping Her Cadaver's Hands And Being Brought Up Short By The Realization That The Nails Were Painted Pink. "the Pictures In The Anatomy Atlas Did Not Show Nail Polish", She Wrote. "did You Choose The Color? Did You Think That I Would See It? I Wanted To Tell You About The Inside Of Your Hands. I Want You To Know You Are Always There When I See Patients. When I Palpate An Abdomen, Yours Are The Organs I Imagine. When I Listen To A Heart, I Recall Holding Your Heart.