Sorry – thought I’d posted this via Blackberry & it didn’t work…
So one terrorism-related thing I worry about a bit is the old “nuke in the container loaded off the ship” gag. Especially since I work about 1 mile from a major container port.
Today, I’m a lot less worried about it…
The neck injury I have causes symptoms that are hard to distinguish from heart problems, so my doc decided a while ago that we’d just launch a pre-emptive set of tests, and makes me do a stress test every year or so.
This year, I got to do a ‘nuclear stress test’ in which they inject me with a radioactive isotope (technicium), and use the gamma rays to make really cool 3-D images of my heart.
So I can now attest that I do, in fact, have a heart. And that it works – it took just under 20 mins to get my heart rate up enough to finish the test.
But that’s not what was interesting (except to me and Tenacious G and one or two others, I’d guess).
What was interesting that there was a big sign that said that if I was going to the airport or the port, I needed to get a letter from the clinic.
So we’re scanning there well enough to catch someone mildly irradiated, like me. Nice. very nice.
I’m awaiting my new superpowers, and will report…