OH NO, another multi part blog post, with no foreseeable resolution. Unfortunately, yes. This is part 2 and here is Part 1.
"Good morning, Jeff. How are you feeling today?" I asked, though it was obvious, Jeff looked awful.
"I'm feeling kind of bleak. I hardly slept, and the dreams were so terrible being awake seemed better. Plus, I am starving, and thirsty, and my shoulder aches. And last night, around 3:30 I swear I heard trucks, and equipment coming from the area right below my elbow." He looked sad, shorter and remorseful.
Jeff turned to Dr. Dawg and said, "I'm so sorry, but after that I had to have a drink, some small batch bourbon. You said not to drink and I feel terrible, but that was really unnerving."
"That's quite alright, Jeff." Dr. Dawg said, "It had to be traumatic. A little small batch bourbon is good for the soul. Not so great for the kidneys, but probably not too hard on radius, or ulna, I hope. Say, you didn't happen to bring the bottle with you did you?" Everybody perked up.
"No, I didn't." Jeff said and everybody drooped back down.
"Jeff, we are going to take care of this. We will get you eating, drinking, smiling and laughing, and enjoying and sharing bourbon again. It should not take too long, or cause you any pain. Please lay down on the table, as soon your 8:00 shift begins." Dr. Dawg said, kindly, thinking about the overtime prohibition from the board of directors, and the rain of terrible, scathing emails, and endless meetings that wait in ambush for the unfortunate fool that violated the rule.
We had worked long into the night assembling a platoon of tiny rescue bots. Retrieval and protection was the primary programming. It was tedious, arduous, taxing, minutia. Peering through microscopes. Assembling tiny parts. Working, worrying and hoping. Man, it had been a trial, and it would have been nice if Jeff would have bought in that bourbon. Is that asking too much?
When the 8:00 chime sounded Jeff was placed on the table. An IV drip was plugged into his arm. He smiled. Weakly, He sighed, softly. And a tiny army of rescue nanobots was inserted into his arm, right above the wrist.
Thomas stared intently at a monitor. Quiet, and thoughtful. There were too many to control. We had small squad leaders that were directed with keyboard commands. But the joystick was sitting on the table, by the coffee maker, behind the donuts. It is national Donut Day after all.
"What do you think?" Doctor Dawg asked me, softly.
"I think a bourbon on the rocks would be great."
"Not about that, though that would be great. What do you think our odds of success are? This is a new frontier, nobody has ever injected an army of rescuers in a person before."
Thomas said, "Shoot, Dangit."*
We turned toward the screen, and there was a wall built across the vein, It had several holes to allow blood flow, but it looked like poured concrete. Reinforced with rebar mesh. With machine gun turrets across the top. Little lights were flashing and the sound of martial music wafted over the speakers.
On the monitor a message flashed "you don't want any of this."
"Dang, this is going to be a long day." I said to Dr, Dawg. Taking out the tank platoon, and putting it in the syringe. "Somebody should run to the lab and get the tiny helicopter gunship squad. Just in case."
"And grab some bourbon." Dr. Dawg said, sighing.
*It might have been something a little earthier, but this is a family blog.
Friday, June 3, 2016
Jeff's Body Fights Back, (part II of the Life Explained Internal Medicine Explained)
There is not much to say, but, for those who find any offense, please remember these are only stories, jokes, and have no relation to reality. Kind of like life.
I like life, and hope it lasts a long time, but it does require some explanation, that is why these blogs exist. To help people navigate times and events that make no sense.
Here are a few places you can find a few things.
The Original Life Explained. Where it all started, a little rambling and a lot of nothing important.
Life Explains The End Views on humanity's race to self extinction. I hope I am wrong.
Life Explains Smiles Because everybody likes it when you smile.
Life Explains Aging Getting older is not always easier, but it is worth the effort. And a few small things can make it much more pleasant.
Life Explains Traveling and Commuting Mostly commuting. Driving bugs me and working bugs me so driving to work is the ultimate insult of modern life, and I like to complain.
Life Explained Explores History. The real problem with history is there is so much of it. It is all over the place. But, if you take the time to look at the small pieces it is fascinating.
Life Explains Music Music is a universal language. I like guitar based rock and roll, but there is a little bit of a lot here.