And A Few More
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Prince Fulminator: Mostly pictures. Sometimes remarks.
Monday, November 11, 2019
A Flight In The Park
Snaps of a few little airplanes. Quiet Birds mostly. The EDF tend to be a little noisy.
Monday, April 8, 2019
My Outing
On March 18th I presented at Cleveland Clinic Indian River Hospital for a procedure.
I'd been seeing a primary-care physician who had been chasing blood pressure and heart murmur issues. And I'd noticed that my stamina for even ordinary activities was diminishing, despite various treatments. I sure wasn't bike riding with any enthusiasm. Earlier in the month I'd done an echo and a stress test referral. Cleveland Clinic cardiologist no more than glanced at the output and said that we have a problem here. A real problem. And it's got nothing to do with a slight murmur that had held the attention of my usual and customary doctor for several years.
We set up for a possible angioplasty and stents. That day arrived, and revealed that I had sufficient blockage that this procedure was no longer an option. I hadn't had my heart attack yet, and we set a date for a "procedure." Meanwhile I avoided stressful activity.
Cardio is a rough area in a hospital. There is good. But there's a lot of bad going down in the form of sudden crisis. People coming via the ER after their big crunch. And sometimes a situation goes bad in the hospital. My attempted stent was held for hours while the crash team went to work on a man ahead of me. From the waiting area, and then overheard in cardio, I estimated that this man had discontinued his prescription medication and had been using natural remedies. Leaving the crash team knowing the guy was having a crisis and also having no idea what kind of crap he'd been putting into himself. (The manufacturer might have no clear idea, as well, and that's another problem for another time.)
At the end of a long day, we met with with Dr Mark Malias and set a date for a quintuple bypass.
The deal went down. And I was quickly present in body only in a room full of doctors and amazing equipment. I had made no effort to find out anything prior about what would be done other than information provided by the doctors and staff involved. - That's why a team of physicians and OR specialists spent a whole lot of time in school and continuous training: they have it down as good as it's gonna get.
I'll treat this as an amazing adventure, I'd said to several people. Experience it. Learn. Take it in without preconceptions.
Time stops and starts after something like this surgical procedure. Sometimes it's moving quickly. Other times slowly. It's afternoon; no, it's morning. Or maybe it's night. Well, doesn't matter, does it? Lights are on all the time indoors. ICU staff made it work.
I want to make minor mention of something that took place nearby me. And I overheard just bits and pieces, mostly after the fact, and I could have it all wrong. Late at night another man, who had been making progress, died. Within a short time the head of emergency medicine was there, and he gathered everyone around to discuss what happened. Everyone participated, and he knew everyone by sight and by name. Respect was the key. Information was the point. I think I'll leave it at that. Except to mention that the physician calling this meeting is widely believed to be one of the finest medical doctors alive by the people who work with him.
ICU for several days. Then 5 East. Finally out of there and home just a few hours short of one week.
While on 5 East I had my room door open as often as possible; I like to be part of the routines of staff and sound and motion. And when shift rotation took place, I could overhear how the staff exchanged information. A form of what pilots call "challenge and response." Both parties must agree on each bit of information exchanged. No uh-huh or nodding of head. No yup. The information was presented as the challenge and the response was to repeat that information back to the challenger while taking notes.
So, to the pictures. For complicated reasons left unexplained here, these were all taken with my ten-dollar LG cellphone. And, last picture, it's standard-issue ketchup meatloaf, tho probably turkey. And damn did it taste good!
I'd been seeing a primary-care physician who had been chasing blood pressure and heart murmur issues. And I'd noticed that my stamina for even ordinary activities was diminishing, despite various treatments. I sure wasn't bike riding with any enthusiasm. Earlier in the month I'd done an echo and a stress test referral. Cleveland Clinic cardiologist no more than glanced at the output and said that we have a problem here. A real problem. And it's got nothing to do with a slight murmur that had held the attention of my usual and customary doctor for several years.
We set up for a possible angioplasty and stents. That day arrived, and revealed that I had sufficient blockage that this procedure was no longer an option. I hadn't had my heart attack yet, and we set a date for a "procedure." Meanwhile I avoided stressful activity.
Cardio is a rough area in a hospital. There is good. But there's a lot of bad going down in the form of sudden crisis. People coming via the ER after their big crunch. And sometimes a situation goes bad in the hospital. My attempted stent was held for hours while the crash team went to work on a man ahead of me. From the waiting area, and then overheard in cardio, I estimated that this man had discontinued his prescription medication and had been using natural remedies. Leaving the crash team knowing the guy was having a crisis and also having no idea what kind of crap he'd been putting into himself. (The manufacturer might have no clear idea, as well, and that's another problem for another time.)
At the end of a long day, we met with with Dr Mark Malias and set a date for a quintuple bypass.
The deal went down. And I was quickly present in body only in a room full of doctors and amazing equipment. I had made no effort to find out anything prior about what would be done other than information provided by the doctors and staff involved. - That's why a team of physicians and OR specialists spent a whole lot of time in school and continuous training: they have it down as good as it's gonna get.
I'll treat this as an amazing adventure, I'd said to several people. Experience it. Learn. Take it in without preconceptions.
Time stops and starts after something like this surgical procedure. Sometimes it's moving quickly. Other times slowly. It's afternoon; no, it's morning. Or maybe it's night. Well, doesn't matter, does it? Lights are on all the time indoors. ICU staff made it work.
I want to make minor mention of something that took place nearby me. And I overheard just bits and pieces, mostly after the fact, and I could have it all wrong. Late at night another man, who had been making progress, died. Within a short time the head of emergency medicine was there, and he gathered everyone around to discuss what happened. Everyone participated, and he knew everyone by sight and by name. Respect was the key. Information was the point. I think I'll leave it at that. Except to mention that the physician calling this meeting is widely believed to be one of the finest medical doctors alive by the people who work with him.
ICU for several days. Then 5 East. Finally out of there and home just a few hours short of one week.
While on 5 East I had my room door open as often as possible; I like to be part of the routines of staff and sound and motion. And when shift rotation took place, I could overhear how the staff exchanged information. A form of what pilots call "challenge and response." Both parties must agree on each bit of information exchanged. No uh-huh or nodding of head. No yup. The information was presented as the challenge and the response was to repeat that information back to the challenger while taking notes.
So, to the pictures. For complicated reasons left unexplained here, these were all taken with my ten-dollar LG cellphone. And, last picture, it's standard-issue ketchup meatloaf, tho probably turkey. And damn did it taste good!
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Sunday, February 24, 2019
Wednesday, January 30, 2019
Pinhole
I have been meaning to take pics with a pinhole on a digital camera. These are the results from an experiment that's about as uncontrolled as you are gonna get. How large is the pinhole? I dunno. About the size I got by poking a piece of foil with the sharp end of a dental pick. Which foil I then taped over the end of a micro 4/3 extension tube to mount it on the camera. B'gosh & b'golly after that.
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