A couple of weeks ago, PoP asked some of us contributors if one of us could hit up the National Museum of Health and Medicine on the Walter Reed Campus. Even though this is very much west of North Cap, I jumped at the opportunity – not just because I’ve got my days free, but also because I love creepy stuff in jars of formaldehyde. I’ll warn you now: some of the pictures are probably not for the faint of heart. Also, flash photography was prohibited, so the quality of the photos isn’t great.
First things first: Holy crap did I get lost on the campus. I drove in and showed ID and registered and told the guards I was going to the museum and even asked them how to get there (after I’d studied the map online). It took me 15-20 minutes (and asking directions twice more) to finally find it. Parking was convenient, but if you’re nearby, I’m guessing it’s much easier to get to on foot.
Once inside, I knew my feeling had been correct. There were all kinds of things in jars and Civil War era surgical kits, and skulls and femurs (some damaged by cannonball fire) and I realized that there would be no way to subdue my giddiness.
I decided to hit what I figured were going to be the more boring parts first: namely, the exhibit chronicling the history of the microscope. I have no pictures of this b/c the ones I took of Hooke’s microscope ended up really blurry, and frankly I was in a hurry to get to the good stuff.
Then I checked out the temporary exhibit on forensics, which was better namely because of the skulls. I definitely do not want to go head to head (so to speak) with a ball peen hammer anytime soon.

Story and lots more photos continues after the jump. Warning not for the feint of heart! (more…)



