Like George W. Bush, I have a hole in my head. And like Al Gore, I have an inconvenient tooth.
This week certainly didn’t turn out like I thought it was. Wednesday morning was spent in a dentist chair for a deep cleaning – loads of fun. All of Friday morning was spent removing a cancerous spot from the top of my head.
My family has a history of sensitivity to the sun, and it’s an affliction I’ve had to deal with before, too. I had gone to the dermatologist for a regular check-up, and had pointed out a particularly troubling spot that had just arisen. He must have had some concern, too, because he immediately scheduled me for out-patient surgery.
The young surgeon had a very twisted sense of humor – I liked him. He came in wearing a bowtie with skull-n-crossbone symbols. He and his staff were amazed at my array of gadgets – iPod to while away the time and take my mind off of what was happening above, and Blackberry to check on work e-mail while I waited. At one point, the doctor was highly amused at my appearance with a pair of forceps sticking out of my head, and said he wished he had a camera. I produced my Nikon S50, and he snapped a couple of shots…
Like I said, the guy’s twisted. At on point, I asked if he had ever watched Men in Black. I told him I felt like Edgar getting his skin stretched.
By late morning, I left with the entire top of my head wrapped in bandages and a 3 cm hole in my head, 16 stitches, prescriptions for some heavy-duty painkillers, and the good news that they had gotten it all.
However, I couldn’t indulge in painkillers just yet. Laura and I had tickets to a rally for Barak Obama for the afternoon. I donned a ball cap that just barely covered my bandages, and we headed out.
There was quite a crowd, and they kept pushing in closer and closer. I tend to be HIGHLY claustrophobic in crowds. After standing in close confines for about hour with my head throbbing, I was beginning to question our attendance. There was some preliminary entertainment, some photo-op machinations, and finally Obama arrived, 30 minutes late.
Obama is an excellent orator, and leaves one with a sense of hope. However, apart from his sincerety and upbeat message, we couldn’t remember any specific points or issues. Perhaps it’s a bit early for that. Regardless, I certainly think we could do worse (and have done) in our choice of president.