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Sophie Harrison

Sophie Harrison is a first-year medical student.

Diary: taking blood

Sophie Harrison, 21 July 2005

The first time I took blood from someone it came as a surprise to both of us. All medical students must learn to take blood at some time during their course, but phlebotomy – like other skills requiring the use of sharp instruments – is usually left until the third year. A supplementary class I picked at the very beginning of my studies, however, turned out to include a practical...

Diary: cutting up a corpse

Sophie Harrison, 5 February 2004

“The dermal layer is as thick as a slender paperback, and, without blood, the same beige as old paper. It sits neatly folded over the cadaver’s arm as though he’d slung it there himself. Weroll our side back, too – thankfully it stays put, rather than springing horribly shut – and get our first glimpse of the amazing.”

Nadine Gordimer

Sophie Harrison, 14 January 2002

In an unidentified South African city that is probably Johannesburg, in a time that is probably now, a group of people meet in a bohemian café. For 28-year-old Julie it’s not just a café, it’s a substitute for home, a shelter to her surrogate family of hippies and poets, a gathering just like those of the old revolutionary days. But apartheid, the system that dominated...

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