Mutter Museum: I saw dead people and it was gross.
All things considered, I’m still glad I went.
Ok, so for those of you who know me, this will be a surprise. For those of you who don’t know me, let me tell you a little about myself…
When it comes to medical stuff, it takes a lot to gross me out. Ok, needles and gaping wounds do gross me out. Although, I really wanted to see my surgery photos – and that was cool. When I did wildlife rescue, I learned to suture wounds and give injections. That creeped me out because I do not like sticking anything with a needle.
Giant skeleton at Mutter Museum in Philadelphia, PA. Umm, do we have the same forehead? That’s disturbing.
I am not freaked out or offended by death or open casket funerals. So it should be no surprise it has been my long-time desire to see the Mutter Museum in Philadelphia. For those of you that don’t know, the Mutter Museum is dedicated to medical oddities. Bodies, parts, dissected errant growths, freaky medical tools, and a lot of embalmed things in jars.
Of all the odd things I saw, many of which I wish I could unsee, the two things that surprised me the most was the massive crowd, and the constant battle in my head: “OMG That was super gross. I feel so bad for that person who suffered. Just leave. It’s ok to leave.” followed by “You can’t go. You’ve waited years to see this. Years. Just stay, you’ll be ok.” I opted to stay and see it all, but I moved quickly through the varied displays.
Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your point of view (figuratively, not literally), the museum does not allow anyone to take photos. The did allow photos of a couple displays in the lobby – a giant skeleton and a glass case of skulls.
A photographable display in the lobby of the Mutter Museum in Philly. These foreheads do not look like mine. I feel better now.
It should be noted that I went with a friend who refused to go inside. He sat in the truck the whole time I was in the museum. He was right; that was probably the better decision. That said, I certainly don’t want to deter anyone from going. As we drove back I debated, knowing what I now know, would I have gone? Yes, if I had it to do over again, I would.
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Any zombies?
The place was nothing but zombies. Check that – there were things that would make a zombie cringe.
But mostly, the zombies were aimlessly milling around the aisles, blocking the path and views, and generally annoying the crap out of me by being in the way. The place was surprisingly packed with bodies mindlessly shuffling along.