I worked at UMass for about 24 years. If you have any question, please PM. The got a one-star rating from the Medicare people ... just consider that. Some of their departments are very good.
I was an inpatient in a Jewish rehabilitation center. They kept Kosher. There were two sets of dishes, burgundy and blue. They alternated meals, so Blue breakfast was followed by Burgundy the next day.
The day I got there, I heard quite a bit of Yiddish from down the hall ... I realized I was in a shtetl. Imagine my surprise when I was awakened the next morning, by Gregorian Chant coming from the room across the hall.
Actually, ST elevation is usually indicative of damage. I wonder what your troponins were?
Same thing happened to a friend of mine some 30+ years ago, only he wound up with a CABG
Just reading through this thread. I was a chronic pain physician for about ten years of practice.
It’s just the cauda equinavat below about L3 ... spinal cord per se ends variable L2-L3. 10% is plenty of room, it’s just nerves at L4-L5.
NPR (of course) had a discussion, comparing two products. One of the products actually contained plant-created hæmoglobin, so it bleeds when you cook it. GMO, here we come!
Not to throw fuel on the fire, but I hope he plans to major in something useful, Not theatre, psychology, music, literature ... I wonder if he could get an apprenticeship in construction. He’s done stage crew, which is mini construction.
So this very young, näive priest is assigned to an inner city parish that is closely associated with a convent. He goes out to walk the neighborhood. A young lady approaches him, and says “Bowjob? Twenty bucks!”
He increases his pace. He runs across another, sultry-clad woman and she says “Blowjob? Twenty bucks!”
So he hustles his bustle into the church. He runs into the Mother Superior and says, “Mother! I was approached twice on the street! I don’t know what they were saying!”
“What’s Wrong?”
“Mother Superior, what’s a blowjob?”
“Same as on the streets ... twenty bucks!”
His phone number is not available? How is one to contact him? I wonder if he’s trying to end his participation in this peculiar hobby of ours?
Of note: His partner / husband Carter Dane is also without that particular dorm of electronic communication.