• Flushed

    Owing to the fact that my health has been reasonably good, and I’ve never done a drug more illicit than caffeine, we don’t have much experience with needles in the house (unless you consider the sewing kind). So it’s been a new experience having my wife “shoot me up.”

    When I was excused following the installation of my PICC line, I got a goody bag filled with syringes, needles (some assembly required), alcohol wipes, saline, and heparin lock. The nightly routine hasn’t been the same since.

    Aren’t I dramatic? It’s been what, two days? No matter…

    Let me close with this: when you’ve lived as sheltered a life as me (I?), any circumstance that leads to your wife handling injection duties is a ripe source for dark humor.

  • Being Googled

    I didn’t start this web presence bit for “hits.” If it was all about the hits I’d have given up 7-8 years ago. Still, every now and again I get the odd “hit” which surprises, and today was such a day.

    My main site got a hit from Brazil… but that’s not what was surprising. The hit came from a Google search… and even that wasn’t completely surprising. What was surprising was that my little site was the second return for the search “best thing since paper mac.”

    I’ll admit that is a little obscure, and I’m sure the page they got from my site was not what they were looking for (a link to a page devoted to my spreadsheet for calculating child support in Florida)… but number two on Google?

    We could well be witnessing the high water mark of moi.

  • Tubed

    The PICC line went in yesterday, as planned. What wasn’t planned (by me anyway) was all the blood. It turns out even veins can bleed, particularly when you’re running a little low on platelets.