Curse Of The Mummy

When I was little, my older sister loved to scare the heck out of me by watching the Friday Night Fright Night movies on TV when she was babysitting me. I was too scared to go upstairs to bed, and too scared to stay downstairs and watch them with her. Downstairs pretty much always won, but not happily. I remember bits and pieces of various movies that I found amazingly frightening, from Mothra to Frankenstein and The Mummy. They’re all pretty laughable now, but they sure weren’t at the time.

It’s probably a good thing that my leg didn’t get wrapped up like this back then!

I had surgery on Monday. Just outpatient and not a big deal, but you’d never know that from the looks of the bandage. Had to have what they thought was a cyst but turned out to be a fatty tumor removed from near my knee.

Fatty tumor. Could there be a less desirable term? Fatty – always a good name for something, don’t you think? Tumor – who doesn’t immediately think of cancer when you hear that word? In fact, fatty tumors are virtually never cancerous, and are fairly common among people of a certain age, but yuck – bad name! It’s official name, lipoma, isn’t any better. Let’s re-brand this thing, folks. How about calling it a marbled knob – that doesn’t have all those negative connotations.

Anyway, I have to keep it elevated and iced for the next several days, so won’t be at my warping board or loom, but do have some finished pieces I haven’t posted yet, so watch for them in the next several days. On the up side, this down time will give me the ideal opportunity to get back into the habit of regular blog posting.

Your turn – got any terms, medical or otherwise, you’d like to change?