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Dear Dan Perry,
It may interest you to know that, this past winter, I was employed as a "tissue technician" (read: "roadie") for a medical supply company. My team and I would hold surgical training demonstrations that showcased the tools we had developed for the very same gynecological "malfunction" you describe above. However, since you can't very well practice cutting/sewing/re-vaulting on living people, we had to use the recently deceased. Or, more specifically, most of the recently deceased -- viz. their torsoes and a bit of stumpy leg. It fell on me to see that the specimens were properly thawed, cleaned, situated neatly into the makeshift stirrups (made from PVC piping), and that their assholes were sewn up so that they didn't leak any poop on the doctors.
Where there's muck, there's brass.
Love,
gbx.
-- giboyeux (in....) (webmail), November 30th, 2005 8:20 AM. (skowly) (link)
― gbx (skowly), Wednesday, 15 November 2006 00:47 (seventeen years ago) link
$300/day, bitches.
Friday: walk to the airport (I lived in Aspen, CO), fly to $CITY, check into the hotel, check on my "packages," go blow the $50/day food stipend on steak and wine.
Saturday: wake up, prep the specimen (see above), stand around for about 5 hours while the docs do their stuff, pack up, send off the packages, go to the airport, fly back home in time to hit the bar with my buddies.
Two days, rent paid. I fucking miss that job.
― gbx (skowly), Wednesday, 15 November 2006 02:00 (seventeen years ago) link
ten years pass...