I'm back. Sort of. Not that I was ever gone, per se, but, y'all know how it goes, trying to keep the planet spinning along in its mutually barycentric Earth/Moon/Solar orbit, at 67-68K miles per hour, 24x7x365.25. And fix the occasional x-ray machine.
Speaking of which: Holy freaking Carp on methamphetamine on steroids and pogo sticks: they went and trained me on a freaking robotic catheterization system, I kid you not! And as if that weren't enough? A robot that inserts wires in your femoral artery and goes into your heart and does all kinds of good stuff for you? NOW this thing is in FDA trials for neurology procedures! The wire goes in your femoral artery then goes way in the hell past the heart, into the brain! No fooling, they can fix brain aneurysms with this, among other things, that are otherwise inoperable!
And .. the writing has sort of taken off, too. At this point, though, if I do hit it big, like Tom Clancy big? I might just have to stick with the fixing x-ray stuff for a while longer, still. Just because.
Don't ask me how I got here. I lived it, and I still can't believe it. So, I don't think about it. I just keep fixing what they put in front of me. The rest will take care of itself.
Still ... not bad for a guy who only ever wanted to be a brick-layer, in the '80's. Only he couldn't stay awake on the job because he was so bored, even with a brick in his hand, on a scaffold.
Speaking of which: Holy freaking Carp on methamphetamine on steroids and pogo sticks: they went and trained me on a freaking robotic catheterization system, I kid you not! And as if that weren't enough? A robot that inserts wires in your femoral artery and goes into your heart and does all kinds of good stuff for you? NOW this thing is in FDA trials for neurology procedures! The wire goes in your femoral artery then goes way in the hell past the heart, into the brain! No fooling, they can fix brain aneurysms with this, among other things, that are otherwise inoperable!
And .. the writing has sort of taken off, too. At this point, though, if I do hit it big, like Tom Clancy big? I might just have to stick with the fixing x-ray stuff for a while longer, still. Just because.
Don't ask me how I got here. I lived it, and I still can't believe it. So, I don't think about it. I just keep fixing what they put in front of me. The rest will take care of itself.
Still ... not bad for a guy who only ever wanted to be a brick-layer, in the '80's. Only he couldn't stay awake on the job because he was so bored, even with a brick in his hand, on a scaffold.
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