Body Parts...For six months I had a lucrative job working at the very inefficient incinerator of a private hospital in Dublin.
The uniform was great...boiler suit, gas-mask, goggles and an optional headphone radio which helped me look like a radio-controlled alien (handy for scaring the local kids away, as I always looked like I was in the middle of a biological disaster zone).
Anyway, all sorts of stuff went into the flames...body parts, syringes, strange human waste...all properly packed in anonymous containers.
But, the one thing that still gets me, was when a Hiace van arrived up one morning, from another hospital, with some of their 'overflow'. A small man jumped out and proceeded to stack a few black binliners outside the incinerator. Tall and thin they were.
Not thinking, I grabbed the top of the first one and felt a nice little set of toes.....burnt them all, but never felt the same.
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The uniform was great...boiler suit, gas-mask, goggles and an optional headphone radio which helped me look like a radio-controlled alien (handy for scaring the local kids away, as I always looked like I was in the middle of a biological disaster zone).
Anyway, all sorts of stuff went into the flames...body parts, syringes, strange human waste...all properly packed in anonymous containers.
But, the one thing that still gets me, was when a Hiace van arrived up one morning, from another hospital, with some of their 'overflow'. A small man jumped out and proceeded to stack a few black binliners outside the incinerator. Tall and thin they were.
Not thinking, I grabbed the top of the first one and felt a nice little set of toes.....burnt them all, but never felt the same.