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The cause of my abdominal pain was quite hard to figure out, even for the assigned medical team, which was composed of several doctors, nurses and technicians. It was like an endless scenario - I was directed from one room to another, and I must have tried every diagnostic machine there was.
Actually it was in a wheelchair with a sheet to protect me from the arctic drafts blasting through the halls. On one of my sojourns I was pushed for miles by a 91 year old volunteer named Bill, who logs three days a week at the hospital and a lot of wear and tear on his Keds. I thought at one point that the journey from nuclear medicine back to the heart unit was going to do him in, but like a good sled dog he picked up once he got rolling.
I should have made a sign that said "Do not fold, bend, spindle, or mutilate!" but it probably wouldn't have made a damn worth of difference today, because every hour I was being whisked to someplace where my body became data for some insatiable beast. This is modern medicine, or the process of elimination. So far, we have determined two things.
1. My heart is beating too fast.
Second, theres no definite answer on what caused the pain.
Perhaps every personnel in the hospital knew of my situation, and I guess I'm was in a situation that required some extra medical attention. Temporary relief for heart ailments is readily available, but doctors couldn't just give me some if they weren't even sure of what had caused the pain.
I guess it only tells me one thing.
I should be up to more tests, and I don't think they will ever give up the diagnoses. They should be able to figure out the problem within my stomach.
Like what I predicted, I was then sent to undergo lots of diagnostics.
The whole process reminds me of my idea of biology when I was young. By then, I loved the sight of dissected animals, and I didn't let the chance pass when a friend invited me to take a look at their school's medical laboratory room. That was when I had the chance to see more of those dissected bodies. Although I had the chance to get a glimpse of the dissected bodies, the thought of my body being dissected didn't occur to me, not until this very day.
Yesterday, I watched the chambers of my heart, and I guess they're working pretty fine, except for the upper chamber. A few hours ago, I even saw my liver, gall bladder, and other organs in action.
The movie Star Trek wasnt just any sci-fi movie at all. It's fast becoming a reality.
In fact, some have already relied on the kinds of technology mankind has never dreamed before.
By the way, I would also like to mention the death of the Sean Taylor, who had been famous in the world of Football. He was shot in his home in Miami, just two nights ago.
Sean Taylor, based on some of the video clips featured on TV several days ago, looked young and athletic. When I saw him, he played like a warrior, and he could easily brush off opponents on the way. I could tell that his opponents feared him, because by the looks of it, anyone who could have been brushed off by Sean that violently must have felt it for days.
Mooks invaded his home in the middle of the night, and shot him in the leg, where his femoral artery was severely damaged. He did not recover, even after seven hours of surgery.
Sean's home could not even be considered any average home. His home was a compound, but mooks gained easy access because there were no burglar alarms or dogs ready for intruders like them. Sean didn't even have a gun with him, and there was no other weapon that could have saved him from the situation he was in.
And so, it would be wise to consider the security issues for your home.
Sean Taylor, although a tough warrior in the football field, was at huge disadvantage when the mooks intruded his home.
Actually it was in a wheelchair with a sheet to protect me from the arctic drafts blasting through the halls. On one of my sojourns I was pushed for miles by a 91 year old volunteer named Bill, who logs three days a week at the hospital and a lot of wear and tear on his Keds. I thought at one point that the journey from nuclear medicine back to the heart unit was going to do him in, but like a good sled dog he picked up once he got rolling.
I should have made a sign that said "Do not fold, bend, spindle, or mutilate!" but it probably wouldn't have made a damn worth of difference today, because every hour I was being whisked to someplace where my body became data for some insatiable beast. This is modern medicine, or the process of elimination. So far, we have determined two things.
1. My heart is beating too fast.
Second, theres no definite answer on what caused the pain.
Perhaps every personnel in the hospital knew of my situation, and I guess I'm was in a situation that required some extra medical attention. Temporary relief for heart ailments is readily available, but doctors couldn't just give me some if they weren't even sure of what had caused the pain.
I guess it only tells me one thing.
I should be up to more tests, and I don't think they will ever give up the diagnoses. They should be able to figure out the problem within my stomach.
Like what I predicted, I was then sent to undergo lots of diagnostics.
The whole process reminds me of my idea of biology when I was young. By then, I loved the sight of dissected animals, and I didn't let the chance pass when a friend invited me to take a look at their school's medical laboratory room. That was when I had the chance to see more of those dissected bodies. Although I had the chance to get a glimpse of the dissected bodies, the thought of my body being dissected didn't occur to me, not until this very day.
Yesterday, I watched the chambers of my heart, and I guess they're working pretty fine, except for the upper chamber. A few hours ago, I even saw my liver, gall bladder, and other organs in action.
The movie Star Trek wasnt just any sci-fi movie at all. It's fast becoming a reality.
In fact, some have already relied on the kinds of technology mankind has never dreamed before.
By the way, I would also like to mention the death of the Sean Taylor, who had been famous in the world of Football. He was shot in his home in Miami, just two nights ago.
Sean Taylor, based on some of the video clips featured on TV several days ago, looked young and athletic. When I saw him, he played like a warrior, and he could easily brush off opponents on the way. I could tell that his opponents feared him, because by the looks of it, anyone who could have been brushed off by Sean that violently must have felt it for days.
Mooks invaded his home in the middle of the night, and shot him in the leg, where his femoral artery was severely damaged. He did not recover, even after seven hours of surgery.
Sean's home could not even be considered any average home. His home was a compound, but mooks gained easy access because there were no burglar alarms or dogs ready for intruders like them. Sean didn't even have a gun with him, and there was no other weapon that could have saved him from the situation he was in.
And so, it would be wise to consider the security issues for your home.
Sean Taylor, although a tough warrior in the football field, was at huge disadvantage when the mooks intruded his home.
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Defend yourself and buy pepper spray so you can feel safe and secure. And kick the hell out of mooks.
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