I wasn't disappointed. At all. It was a much bigger museum than I had expected, and despite the fact that I've seen quite a few medical exhibits over the years (see here, here, here, and here), it had a lot of things I'd never seen before. Like a megacolon. And Einstein's brain. And an incredible collection of fetal anomalies*. It was fascinating and disturbing and tragic and beautiful, all wrapped up in one enjoyable day. There were no pictures allowed, which makes this a less interesting post than it might otherwise be, but I think it enhanced my enjoyment of the museum itself. I sometimes get so caught up in the view through my camera lens that I forget to put it down and just look at things with my own two eyes.
Although not allowed to take pictures, I was very welcome to take home a large bag of goodies from the museum in exchange for swiping my credit card and signing my name on a piece of paper. After spending an inordinate amount of money, I am now the proud owner of a book about medical museums, a Mutter Museum mug, a
...and a crystal paperweight with the cephalothoracopagus twins etched into it.
And, so that the girlfriend wouldn't be jealous, I bought her a matching keychain with "the twins" on it. (As we have been affectionately referring to the cephalothoracopagus twins.)
The one thing on which I wanted to spend my money, but didn't, was saving a skull. While I totally know which one I would save (the one from the man who died of ascites, of course), $200 a year to keep a skull preserved in a museum that I will probably never visit again seemed a bit out of my price range. But how cool would it be to have a sign saying "Saved by Doctor Solitary Diner, Hepatologist" next to the skull of someone who died of ascites**?
And now that I am done talking about megacolons and related things, it is time to address part two of my blog post title: the girlfriend. Some of you may remember my very brief relationship with internet date #3, and...well...it appears that the breakup didn't stick. I've been quiet about it here because relationships are huge time sucks that get in the way of blogging (woe is me) and because I've been trying to define in my head exactly what the nature of our relationship is. As of late, the relationship has started to involve driving each other to the airport and buying each other morbid souvenirs and telling our parents about each other, so it doesn't seem unreasonable to mention her here on the blog again. I haven't the foggiest clue about where the relationship is going, but I do like where it is, and for now that is enough.
*What? Doesn't everyone consider a collection of fetal anomalies to be a selling point for a museum?
**Again, if this doesn't meet your definition of cool, feel free to stop reading my blog. It is cool in my world.