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 think I should have informed everybody about the things I didn't want them to do to me: Fold, bend, spindle, or mutilate. However, is it still worth doing? I don't think that there would still be a difference. I guess, this is how modern medicine works, another process of elimination. Unfortunately, I only have vague information about the mysterious kind of pain I experienced. By then, I only knew two circumstances:
Number one: My heart was beating very 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.
More tests. Well at least one more from the outside, and then they are going in with a scope to see what could be happening in The Big Kahuna's stomach.
And yes, I eventually underwent another series of tests.
This reminds me of something. When I was a younger, I used to love biology. I even enjoyed looking at the sight of dissected animals. I eventually got the chance to see more of these dissected bodies in a lab of a certain medical school. I could still remember that I have never thought of seeing myself being dissected before.
Yesterday I watched the chambers of my heart, actually getting to see the upper chamber where things are not running exactly as they should. Today I watched my liver, gall blader, and some other organs while they were engaged in doing whatever it is that they do.
We're actually not that far from some of the things we all saw on Star Trek many decades ago.
In fact, some of the ideas presented in the movies are very feasible nowadays.
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.
I didn't know him personally, and only saw him on TV when he played the game. He played the game like a warrior, and when he hit someone, they probably remembered it for a long time. He was young, athletic, unbelievably strong, and opponents feared him. At 24, he was on his way to a very successful career in a sport we all love.
Mooks easily gained access to Sean's home at around midnight. When Sean looked to see what these people were up to, he was immediately shot. They hit his femoral artery, and it caused him a lot of damage. After several hours, he died.
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.
This tells us that, somehow, security must be considered, especially for homes.
Sean Taylor was a feared warrior in the football field. However, mooks still caught him off guard, and in his own home. - 15437
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 think I should have informed everybody about the things I didn't want them to do to me: Fold, bend, spindle, or mutilate. However, is it still worth doing? I don't think that there would still be a difference. I guess, this is how modern medicine works, another process of elimination. Unfortunately, I only have vague information about the mysterious kind of pain I experienced. By then, I only knew two circumstances:
Number one: My heart was beating very 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.
More tests. Well at least one more from the outside, and then they are going in with a scope to see what could be happening in The Big Kahuna's stomach.
And yes, I eventually underwent another series of tests.
This reminds me of something. When I was a younger, I used to love biology. I even enjoyed looking at the sight of dissected animals. I eventually got the chance to see more of these dissected bodies in a lab of a certain medical school. I could still remember that I have never thought of seeing myself being dissected before.
Yesterday I watched the chambers of my heart, actually getting to see the upper chamber where things are not running exactly as they should. Today I watched my liver, gall blader, and some other organs while they were engaged in doing whatever it is that they do.
We're actually not that far from some of the things we all saw on Star Trek many decades ago.
In fact, some of the ideas presented in the movies are very feasible nowadays.
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.
I didn't know him personally, and only saw him on TV when he played the game. He played the game like a warrior, and when he hit someone, they probably remembered it for a long time. He was young, athletic, unbelievably strong, and opponents feared him. At 24, he was on his way to a very successful career in a sport we all love.
Mooks easily gained access to Sean's home at around midnight. When Sean looked to see what these people were up to, he was immediately shot. They hit his femoral artery, and it caused him a lot of damage. After several hours, he died.
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.
This tells us that, somehow, security must be considered, especially for homes.
Sean Taylor was a feared warrior in the football field. However, mooks still caught him off guard, and in his own home. - 15437
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Arm yourself and buy pepper spray so you can be safe and secure. And beat the hell out of mooks.
