Annoyance? Reminder…

<rant>

There is a special place in hell for anyone who shoots portrait-orientation video.

It’s right next to people who edit that portrait-orientation video by rotating it to fit within a landscape orientation.

It’s taking a pile of crap and dousing it in more crap.

Stills? Fine — shoot them in whichever orientation you like.

But video? Turn the effing phone sideways to capture the scene in landscape.

</rant>

Optimistic Numbers?

Starting to think that the state has some optimistically-low weight measurements for 2-ton-class diesel trucks.

Yes, yes, that’s a “Scale Weight”, which is pretty much an “empty” weight.

…without a driver, 40-gallons of fuel. No batteries, engine oil, brake fluid, hydraulic fluids, and quite possibly without a spare tire. Nor jack. Or I’m guessing lug-nuts nor road tires.

The vehicle, in road-use condition, with all of that stuff and, minimally, a 160lb driver, it weighs in at 7,200 lb on the scale. So I’m trying to figure out if that scale weight is optimistically low, or if the highway scale is measuring heavy, or if somehow I managed to violate the laws of physics.

Or somewhere in between.

Then again, I learned, quite surprisingly, that as of January 1, the entirety of Washington State no longer requires any vehicles to undergo emissions test prior to licensing.

Referred Pain Refers to Something Else

…on our last episode.


Yes, having referred-pain in the left should is suggestive of heart-involvement. And I’m only 46, but the ticker’s still rather healthy, thankyouverymuch.

It’s not my heart.

And it’s not my left shoulder.

Referred pain in the right shoulder, on the other hand (heh, that was funny right there), is suggestive of liver-involvement. There aren’t any sensory nerves in the liver, as such. Much as the brain, lungs, and several other internal organs don’t have mechanoreceptors. Instead, discomfort or injury to the liver is referred pain elsewhere.

“I’d like a CT…”, he started.

“…of my liver,” I finished.

About a half hour later, I was across the street at Samaritan Healthcare getting another dose of radiation in the CT scan. Then I’d have to wait another hour for the radiologist to interpret and report back to my physician. So, I just went home and resumed shivering and waiting.

No sooner than I got home, the phone rang. “Well, I know why you have a fever. You have a liver abscess.”

I remarked, “Well, that would explain a few things.” Yet, at the time, I still hadn’t fully comprehended how many things it would explain.

“We don’t have what we need to treat you here.”

Moses Lake had only barely reached the Level III trauma center designation. Samaritan in ML can stabilize a patient then transport them off to Wenatchee or Spokane.

He helpfully added, “I’ve already called ahead to Confluence [Wenatchee] and they’re expecting you. I can have you taken there by ambulance…”

“Uh, no, thanks. My checkbook is still reeling from the last emergency trip the other direction,” I jokingly said. “I’ll have Daisy drive me there as soon as she gets back from the pharmacy.”

…🚑☢️📜


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