Today is a good day for a rant… Thursday morning I had a lipoma removed from my forehead so they could biopsy it. It has been there for eight years, but had grown some according to my doctor who measured it during my physical. It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal and really wasn’t but I feel like I’ve been beaten to the pulp. Because of the location, they did the procedure in a surgery center and with some general anesthesia. Also, due to the location, a plastic surgeon did the operation which is good. I didn’t want to take the risk of waking up and looking like Frankenstein. I was a little nervous; after all, this is my head and I didn’t want them to go too deep and end up like the Chief in One Flew Over a Cuckoo’s Nest. But the procedure went well. The surgeon said he was sure it was what he suspected, a lipoma and not a sarcoma which would have been very bad news. I was home a little after noon and as the drugs ran out, began to pop the pain pills they’d ordered and put on the ice packs. I’d sleep a little, talk on the phone a little, and try to watch a movie. But my head kept swelling and pounding. After dinner, I began to itch and then lost everything in my stomach. It was about nine in the evening and I was exhausted and once I fell asleep, slept till 5 AM. I wasn’t going to take another pain pill (Tramadol) as there was a rattle in my breathing and I was itching like crazy, which was the same thing that had happened a few years ago when I had taken Vickodin some work on a toe. I feel like I’m flunking out of junkie school—I can’t seem to take any of the good drugs!
The good news was the pain wasn’t nearly as bad as the swelling (although still there) in the forehead went down. I had slept in a recliner at the doc’s recommendation). I’ve been taking Ibprofen which has kept the pain at bay. Only problem is that as Friday wore on, the swelling moved down to where my right eye is nearly shut and both eyes look like I’ve been knocked out in a title fight. I took yesterday off and didn’t feel like doing much of anything (I’m not supposed to lift over ten pounds, lean over or raise my heart rate for a few days).
Now for my rant…. Is it my imagination or have the internet advertisers become more creative. Recently I’ve noticed that sometimes (but not all the time) there are hyperlinks in my blog that I haven’t authorized. My last post where I used the term ABS (a type of plastic material used in boat construction among other things), there was a hyperlink that would pop up a picture of a guy who looked like he’d over-inflated his muscles and a link that said something like: “You too can have abs like these.” About the same time, I was doing some research and reading a sermon by George Whitefield (an 18th Century revivalist dude). On the word “friend” there was a hyperlink and a picture of a young woman with one of the skimpiest bikini I’ve seen—small triangles that could have only barely covered the nipples—popped up. This couldn’t have been the bikini that she regularly used to tan as there was plenty of pale flesh showing. The caption asked, “Do you want to be my friend?” Two thinks that will foster friendship, at least short-term memory, is money and flesh. This must have been her “friendship bikini.” Poor Whitefield, he’s spinning in his grave at the thought that he is advertising such “friendship.” It seems that whatever the site, there are more clever ways to advertise and it’s beginning to be a little evasive.