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Sunday, September 12, 2004
The Cyborg, ReloadedWell I finally got rewired: completely. When the surgeons openened me up it transpired that the first implant hadn't worked at all and I have a brand new implant in my head. The difference between the two hospitals was interesting, too. In Newcastle the nursing staff always seemed to be working at breakneck pace and were always dashing around. In Middlesbrough, the nursing staff were much more calm, under much less stress, and always had time to greet you politely and generally be pleasant. It's quite a difference. Yet Newcastle Freeman is rated three-star and Middlesbrough two-star. Clearly I don't understand health service provision, but I'd have thought stressing nursing staff to breaking point wasn't good for quality health care. Whatever. I'm now waiting for the switch on of the new implant, which will be on the 22nd. This time there isn't quite the same build - up of emotional baggage - no speculation, expectation, no chance of a let - down, which may be a big advantage when getting to grips with using the thing. Been there, done that, got the I.C.'s embedded in my skull.. Meanwhile here's a link thats not for the squeamish: a picture of what your skull looks like after surgeons have unzipped it an rezipped it several times, like a pair of dodgy second - hand trousers. It isn't pretty. 2 Comments:
Best of luck.
By I'm not sure hearing frequencies outside the range of human hearing is much of an advantage. I got to understand how animals can have an almost supernatural sense of their environment. I could hear things like a train coming long before anyone else, but that was just an easy to identify noise. There's just no processing capacity in the human brain for these things, no way of making sense of most of it. Maybe if you grew up with it, it would be useful. I was glad to be shot of the old implant, the screeching was higly unpleasant.
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