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January 28, 2004

Appendicitis

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First, let me say to all of you who have just arrived from google, my sincere apologies, and then refer you to the website that helped me make a differential diagnosis (I thought I had the stomach flu). Please read it even if you think it's only for children. I'm an adult plus, and it worked for me. information you need Come back and visit when you feel better.

Interruption: A dashing Sikh with a trim white beard, wearing an ochre silk turban, just rang my doorbell. He was such a spectacle in the falling snow, carrying a bouquet of red roses, that I wasn't even worried about opening the front door. I was so taken with him that I didn't notice the roses were in a vase, and almost dropped it as he handed them over. Nuts --- and my camera was right beside my computer. Missed shot extraordinaire. A girl has to stay on her toes even when she's home on a sick day. The roses were for me.

I called this entry "appendicitis" for a reason. Blogmentor provided me with a little program that tells me what terms people are searching for when they come upon Dakota F. I thought using "appendicitis" was kosher, since I just had a real life experience in that area. Admittedly I also thought it might attract a few more people to my blog. What kind of a desperate person am I? I would deem it unfair to make an entry entitled "elephantiasis" --- (do not explore this further; there is no hyperlink for a reason; where are my loose associations taking me?) because it is not in my experience, thank heavens.

My most popular search terms are "scratched comea" (hundreds) "elephant drawing"(many many) and "Gabor Mate" (a few responsive writer/readers). Let's face it, "appendicitis" is not going to draw a group that will pay close attention to the spiritual interpretions of my broken fingernail. Is this what I'm craving? Get a life, Dakota. Too many sick days of a mind make mush.

Photo comment: Here are the flowers and the meds as promised! Notice the bottle of Percocet on the lower left.

Posted by Dakota at January 28, 2004 11:22 AM