There have been way too many Saturday nights in which WGH and I have been the epitome of non-excitement. Instead of going out to a movie, going miniature golfing, bowling, dinner, or something else exciting, we would stay home and watch Forensic Files on TV. The premise of the show is that there has been a crime committed (generally homicide) and Forensic science points in the direction of the suspect. This science is sometimes also called Forensic Pathology.
In tonight's class, we had an introduction to Pathology for the Massage Therapist. Basically, we're going to study diseases and how they can affect the therapy treatment we provide for our client, based on their medical condition.
As I said, it was an introduction. We learned some words. And we learned stuff about cells. And free radicals. Which have nothing to do with those in the Baby Boomer generation protesting the Vietnam war.
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