• 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.

  • What’s in store

    Tomorrow I go in to have my PICC line installed. I’m not afraid to admit that I’m a needle wuss, or that this transfers nicely to long plastic tubes that snake through my circulatory system. As silly as it may seem, I may be more worried about a stupid plastic tube than the chemotherapy.

    The chemo starts Tuesday. I see the oncologist in the a.m. to be fitted with my porta-pump (complete with fanny-pack), and I carry that around for seven days. The following Tuesday I turn in the pump and I wait.

    For the most part I think I’m ready. Although the chemo isn’t supposed to be too bad, I’ve got my script for Compazine. I’ve got my brand spankin’ new Logitech Harmony remote all set and ready to go. I’ve got a stack of books. And as always… I’ve got my trusty PowerBook.