The first was a suspicious debit card transaction on my checking account which showed up yesterday. A very small, even numbered amount, from a business I patronized regularly, after I had not been in for about two weeks. I called them and they had no idea what it was about. I called my credit union, where we decided the whole was just odd enough to be worth cancelling my debit card under the theory that someone was a running a test transaction. The resulted in a visit to credit union branch yesterday evening, after which Lisa Costello and I had a rather nice dinner at Portofino, as it was just down the block from the branch.
The second was this morning, when I sleepily clicked on a link in a Twitter DM and was asked for my Twitter password. As some Web sites somewhat routinely require me to re-log in, I didn't think about this until the password failed, and I looked at the URL. It was 'iftwitter' etc., but otherwise used Twitter's design scheme, etc. Luckily for me, I was inputting the wrong password. Unluckily for me, that password is valid at certain other places. I've been on the Internet since the early 1990s. I know better. Sigh.
Meanwhile, yesterday I got the staples taken out of my belly. They were starting to hurt more than the incision, and their puncture wounds were becoming inflamed. Having thirty-two staples removed is like being jabbed in the belly with a hypodermic needle thirty-two times, with bonus points for the ones my skin had started to overgrow. Still, I feel a lot better.
Before and after photos under cut, for them what's curious:
Before: Adagio for surgery wound with staples
After: Sonata for surgical glue and Steri-Strips
The cache of staples, brought home as a trophy
Photos © 2013, Joseph E. Lake, Jr.
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