Most of us are familiar with the destructive power of Nukes, but there is of course another side to it all. The typhoon which hit Japan several years back (2010 I think) and the Chernobyl event are episodes to arouse concern, but truthfully, if we are unwilling to attempt new endeavors in harvesting energy sources, we are unlikely to see sustainable progress for posterity.
I am of course skeptical more than ever regarding the Chicken Little ‘sky is falling’ mantras of these imbeciles protesting everything, in every conceivable media outlet.
I did a bunch of research (on my level of course) a while ago.
There are pools and pools cooling off spent fuel rods which remain dangerously radioactive for vast numbers of years. THere is no where to put them. They require cold water circulating 24/7 for years. Nuke plants create large amounts of radioactive waste - like the water, suits, tools, and so forth - there is no place to put it, either.
Coal and hydro are the very best. Climate crap greenies etc hate hydro, too!
I nearly lost my mind. In more than 20 years at my job, I had never taken 2 weeks of vacation in a row. By March 2003, I had not worked for about a month. I was incapable of functioning properly. I was an absolute wreck. A year later I quit. I was a burn out. I never believed that could be possible. Still, it was, and I was an absolute mess.
I considered relocating. I considered quite a bit more than geography when that stuff was occurring.
I soon found myself back in school. I found myself on a path to an entirely new career. I still get confused about the timetable of it all. I was going through motions, trying to absorb new ideas and concepts. I ended up Acing most of the Courses but I worried about what would follow after the ridiculously simple Program that I was following.
Well, I got a job in a hospital and then it was off to the races for me. Everything in my life changed. I recall looking at Patient Charts for the first time, without supervision. Me, some kid from the Projects in Boston, I was looking at Charts, figuring out how I could do things. It was an amazing leap.
Two years or less earlier, I was considering an embrace with Thanatos, of my own volition.
Instead, I moved forward and found myself in a new realm, that I had not before imagined. I was helping people, for real. I was saving lives. I was making such a difference and I was understanding so much more regarding the Human Condition.
I became a different person in a myriad of ways. In short order I was a Veteran in my field. People came to respect me and express it to me. I could tell stories.
Once I moved into the ‘Teaching Hospital’ my life was truly enhanced. I met so many incredibly intelligent persons. People from everywhere on the planet it seemed. I admired them all, and yet, I had to teach them things which they were not fully cognizant of. My life was changed greatly, and my boy was home safe.
The world changed for me, and it is a challenge to explain it all. I do not have to explain anything, but I am a born Story Teller. I got lots of them.
Just yesterday I kept thinking about a woman that I had who's birthday was 19 September, 1919. She was over 90 and quite not with it. Her birthday intrigued me. Birthdays are a primary identifier in hospitals where I have worked. She never knew of me. I do not know her ultimate fate, but it has been close to 20 years now.
Remarkably, I met another woman who shared that birthday. Yes, 19 September, 1919. That seemed quite odd to me. This lady was quite alert. She was very cool. She told me about her father who was born in 1863. That struck me odd her father was 56 years old when she was born. Was that normal in those days? I have wondered aloud on different times since that conversation. I know not her fate, but she was nice.
I have lots of stories regarding my adventures in Health Care. I cannot share all, but I forget very little.