In the early early days of x-ray, technicians who took the pictures only had, at most, ten items that offered job sececurity: their fingers. One by one the fingers dropped off, until the workers had to retire.
When I was a little kid, there were “fluoroscope” machines in shoe stores. I excitedly jammed my feet in to assure the perfect fit. I still have ten toes, but only because I didn’t get new shoes very often.
I have had untold xrays of my chest, head, neck, stomach, knees, hips and other parts of my body, standing unprotected while the technition races for cover behind a lead lined wall. And, oh yeah, all those radiation treatments after breast cancer.
Any moment, I will begin to leave a trail of body parts like cigarette ashes everywhere I go. Keep a look out.