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May. 1st, 2007 08:03 pmOptimizing LV Volume and EF Measurements with Dual Source CTA: Are 10 Phases Enough?
NO. NO THEY ARE NOT ENOUGH. I DEMAND MORE! MORE PHASES!
My brain is kind of gone.
The other day I reluctantly conceded that Google and my old college texts can only take me so far, and I went to Barnes and Noble to invest in a really good medical dictionary. This meant dropping a substantial chunk of change, but I comfort myself with that fact that I can write it off on my taxes and that it weighs, like, twenty pounds. So, I'm covered in case I need something heavy to huck at a coworker or fight off someone trying for my parking place. Also, it has full color pictures of every medical condition you could ever not want to see.
…Actually, in all honesty, that was its decisive selling point for me. I had a list of possibilities, and it was down to two books. I flipped it open, and immediately the first thing I see is a full-color picture of a prolapsed rectum. (An apology to the customer browsing next to me: Madam, I am sorry that I and my crude language intruded upon you and your child, but your kid is going to hear the expression "Holy fuck, lookit that fucker!" someday, and he might as well hear it when it was uttered in astonishment and admiration as opposed to hatred and bigotry. Er. Please don't sue.)
It also had two pages of illustrations fully devoted to teaching the reader how to put in a catheter, both male and female. As I consider this valuable information, I bought the book. And now, I read a little of it each night, partially in efforts to embiggen my mind but mostly because it's horrifying.
Once I get past this week, I will write something better than this. I still have my list. I'm glad I like my job, otherwise I would have set myself on fire long ago.
NO. NO THEY ARE NOT ENOUGH. I DEMAND MORE! MORE PHASES!
My brain is kind of gone.
The other day I reluctantly conceded that Google and my old college texts can only take me so far, and I went to Barnes and Noble to invest in a really good medical dictionary. This meant dropping a substantial chunk of change, but I comfort myself with that fact that I can write it off on my taxes and that it weighs, like, twenty pounds. So, I'm covered in case I need something heavy to huck at a coworker or fight off someone trying for my parking place. Also, it has full color pictures of every medical condition you could ever not want to see.
…Actually, in all honesty, that was its decisive selling point for me. I had a list of possibilities, and it was down to two books. I flipped it open, and immediately the first thing I see is a full-color picture of a prolapsed rectum. (An apology to the customer browsing next to me: Madam, I am sorry that I and my crude language intruded upon you and your child, but your kid is going to hear the expression "Holy fuck, lookit that fucker!" someday, and he might as well hear it when it was uttered in astonishment and admiration as opposed to hatred and bigotry. Er. Please don't sue.)
It also had two pages of illustrations fully devoted to teaching the reader how to put in a catheter, both male and female. As I consider this valuable information, I bought the book. And now, I read a little of it each night, partially in efforts to embiggen my mind but mostly because it's horrifying.
Once I get past this week, I will write something better than this. I still have my list. I'm glad I like my job, otherwise I would have set myself on fire long ago.
