Somebody asked me recently just what the hell is the matter with me, physically speaking? Okay, that's a fair question, and there is an answer, but it's a little technical.
In May of 1954, as I've said many times in posts on this blog, I ran afoul of radioactive fallout from the March 1, 1954
Castle-Bravo test of what turned out to be a 15-
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