Hello, Editor Des here.
Well I like visiting medical museums. In fact, I quite fancy myself as a doctor. Last year I performed a little operation on my neighbor Fred, after he carelessly lost a second leg. It was reasonably successful.
These museums can be a bit scary though. Just look at this unfortunate bear (or bears) I spotted them in an institution in Newcastle, England. Oh my giddy aunt! What went wrong there?? And in the gift shop they had bits of people in tins! I bought some for when Milly and I play hospitals (she wants to be a nurse).
The scariest place of all was The Wellcome Trust in London. My guardian Pauline Conolly took me here when she was doing some research. She said this exhibit was a warning not to eat too much. Oh good grief, I had to run away and hide. I know I’m a bit rotund, but honestly!
There is another medical museum in Worcester, and crikey….you wouldn’t believe it. They were cutting off a man’s leg and I think the poor chap was awake!
And then there was a place where you could stick your hand in and feel a mystery object. Uggh….I think I touched a BRAIN.
There was a smirking man on duty who made me do a special exercise and I could hardly get up the steps. It was so embarrassing; he said I was a candidate for an early heart attack. But he didn’t take into account my very short legs,
Do you know what? Now that I’ve written all this I’m not sure I’ll bother with any more creepy museums. Pauline can go on her own.