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Ray kicked back in his waiting-to-heal bed, his chest patched up with surgical tape, 3M Steri-Strip antimicrobial skin closures, with pressure-sensitive adhesive containing an ~~iodopher~~ germicide, diatomic iodine complexed with an ordinary amphiphilic surfactant, and a nonwoven backing, reinforced with filaments of polyethylene terephthalate, for tensile strength and energy absorption, and finer wound-edge approximation; the deep wounds over his heart and lungs had been neatly mattress-stitched, though not as we might have hoped, with Ethibond Excel green-braided polyester, but with Ethicon Monocryl monofilament sutures, and covered with a DuoDERM hydrocolloid dressing, an opaque, biodegradable, and nonbreathable admixture of carboxymethylcellulose gelatin, elastomers, and pectin, which turns into a gel when exudate is absorbed, promoting a natural debridement, whatever the hell that is, if you have to look it up, etc., etc., you probably, deep down, just don’t want to know, unless of course the wound tissue has already gone wildly necrotic, and they’ve started suggesting maggot therapy as a logical alternative; and his head was resting comfortably on basically plain old pillows, the sort of thing you rest your head on, when you can barely lift your head. He was back once again in the land of the free, in trademark-registered name-brand-equity Patent-Pending America, no doubt barely viable, and with his X-marks-the-spot X on his chest, probably unaware of some possible copyright infringements, but glad to be resting in a comfortable bed, just happy to be alive and in possession of his selfhood.

Ray kicked back in his waiting-to-heal bed, his chest patched up with surgical tape, 3M Steri-Strip antimicrobial skin closures, with pressure-sensitive adhesive containing an iodophor germicide, diatomic iodine complexed with an ordinary amphiphilic surfactant, and a nonwoven backing, reinforced with filaments of polyethylene terephthalate, for tensile strength and energy absorption, and finer wound-edge approximation; the deep wounds over his heart and lungs had been neatly mattress-stitched, though not as we might have hoped, with Ethibond Excel green-braided polyester, but with Ethicon Monocryl monofilament sutures, and covered with a DuoDERM hydrocolloid dressing, an opaque, biodegradable, and nonbreathable admixture of carboxymethylcellulose gelatin, elastomers, and pectin, which turns into a gel when exudate is absorbed, promoting a natural debridement, whatever the hell that is, if you have to look it up, etc., etc., you probably, deep down, just don’t want to know, unless of course the wound tissue has already gone wildly necrotic, and they’ve started suggesting maggot therapy as a logical alternative; and his head was resting comfortably on basically plain old pillows, the sort of thing you rest your head on, when you can barely lift your head. He was back once again in the land of the free, in trademark-registered name-brand-equity Patent-Pending America, no doubt barely viable, and with his X-marks-the-spot X on his chest, probably unaware of some possible copyright infringements, but glad to be resting in a comfortable bed, just happy to be alive and in possession of his selfhood.

As Gene had reached the corner of El Paso Street and Paisano, and been forced to make a choice, under the adversarial circumstances, between a left toward Providence Memorial, on the campus of the University of Texas El Paso, entailing a likely stay for overnight observation, and a right toward the slightly less orthodox, though certainly still educational, approach, which didn’t entail much of anything, and was a bit off the beaten path for weapons-grade observers, he’d taken the obvious right, and arrived at the Abrigado Animal Clinic. After overcoming a certain amount of species incredulity, and patching Ray up with animal products, the Clinic had detected an impedance mismatch, between Raymond’s homo sapience and the minimal capacitance of the overnight pet care cages, and rather than attempting a complex conjugate, they’d released him to walk rather meekly away, while resisting the urge to loan Gene a leash, and offer Raymond a doggie biscuit.

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	Ray kicked back in his waiting-to-heal bed, his chest patched up with surgical tape, 3M Steri-Strip antimicrobial skin closures, with pressure-sensitive adhesive containing an ~~iodopher~~ germicide, diatomic iodine complexed with an ordinary amphiphilic surfactant, and a nonwoven backing, reinforced with filaments of polyethylene terephthalate, for tensile strength and energy absorption, and finer wound-edge approximation; the deep wounds over his heart and lungs had been neatly mattress-stitched, though not as we might have hoped, with Ethibond Excel green-braided polyester, but with Ethicon Monocryl monofilament sutures, and covered with a DuoDERM hydrocolloid dressing, an opaque, biodegradable, and nonbreathable admixture of carboxymethylcellulose gelatin, elastomers, and pectin, which turns into a gel when exudate is absorbed, promoting a natural debridement, whatever the hell that is, if you have to look it up, etc., etc., you probably, deep down, just don’t want to know, unless of course the wound tissue has already gone wildly necrotic, and they’ve started suggesting maggot therapy as a logical alternative; and his head was resting comfortably on basically plain old pillows, the sort of thing you rest your head on, when you can barely lift your head. He was back once again in the land of the free, in trademark-registered name-brand-equity Patent-Pending America, no doubt barely viable, and with his X-marks-the-spot X on his chest, probably unaware of some possible copyright infringements, but glad to be resting in a comfortable bed, just happy to be alive and in possession of his selfhood.		Ray kicked back in his waiting-to-heal bed, his chest patched up with surgical tape, 3M Steri-Strip antimicrobial skin closures, with pressure-sensitive adhesive containing an iodophor germicide, diatomic iodine complexed with an ordinary amphiphilic surfactant, and a nonwoven backing, reinforced with filaments of polyethylene terephthalate, for tensile strength and energy absorption, and finer wound-edge approximation; the deep wounds over his heart and lungs had been neatly mattress-stitched, though not as we might have hoped, with Ethibond Excel green-braided polyester, but with Ethicon Monocryl monofilament sutures, and covered with a DuoDERM hydrocolloid dressing, an opaque, biodegradable, and nonbreathable admixture of carboxymethylcellulose gelatin, elastomers, and pectin, which turns into a gel when exudate is absorbed, promoting a natural debridement, whatever the hell that is, if you have to look it up, etc., etc., you probably, deep down, just don’t want to know, unless of course the wound tissue has already gone wildly necrotic, and they’ve started suggesting maggot therapy as a logical alternative; and his head was resting comfortably on basically plain old pillows, the sort of thing you rest your head on, when you can barely lift your head. He was back once again in the land of the free, in trademark-registered name-brand-equity Patent-Pending America, no doubt barely viable, and with his X-marks-the-spot X on his chest, probably unaware of some possible copyright infringements, but glad to be resting in a comfortable bed, just happy to be alive and in possession of his selfhood.

	As Gene had reached the corner of El Paso Street and Paisano, and been forced to make a choice, under the adversarial circumstances, between a left toward Providence Memorial, on the campus of the University of Texas El Paso, entailing a likely stay for overnight observation, and a right toward the slightly less orthodox, though certainly still educational, approach, which didn’t entail much of anything, and was a bit off the beaten path for weapons-grade observers, he’d taken the obvious right, and arrived at the Abrigado Animal Clinic. After overcoming a certain amount of species incredulity, and patching Ray up with animal products, the Clinic had detected an impedance mismatch, between Raymond’s homo sapience and the minimal capacitance of the overnight pet care cages, and rather than attempting a complex conjugate, they’d released him to walk rather meekly away, while resisting the urge to loan Gene a leash, and offer Raymond a doggie biscuit.		As Gene had reached the corner of El Paso Street and Paisano, and been forced to make a choice, under the adversarial circumstances, between a left toward Providence Memorial, on the campus of the University of Texas El Paso, entailing a likely stay for overnight observation, and a right toward the slightly less orthodox, though certainly still educational, approach, which didn’t entail much of anything, and was a bit off the beaten path for weapons-grade observers, he’d taken the obvious right, and arrived at the Abrigado Animal Clinic. After overcoming a certain amount of species incredulity, and patching Ray up with animal products, the Clinic had detected an impedance mismatch, between Raymond’s homo sapience and the minimal capacitance of the overnight pet care cages, and rather than attempting a complex conjugate, they’d released him to walk rather meekly away, while resisting the urge to loan Gene a leash, and offer Raymond a doggie biscuit.