Monday, November 16, 2009
Where's a good editor when you need one?
Boy, am I red-faced tonight. And I'm not talking about the various shades of red below my lip and around my chin where blood continues to ooze from one of the craters that Dr. B1 made when sampling tissue for biopsies almost two weeks ago.
No, I'm red-faced because I caught myself in a major boo-boo.
Throughout the year, my trach and my G-tube have enjoyed co-star status on this blog, popping up at times I want to give you an idea of what it's like to live with a hole in one's neck and a rubber tube punched into my belly.
"Trach" rhymes with "snake" and is short for tracheotomy.
Or so I would have you believe.
Well, tonight I was scrubbing my trach clean of all of the gunk that builds up inside it when I realized I should probably spare myself all of the elbow grease and just soak it for a day or two. And I reached for a fresh trach to wear in the meantime.
Imagine my surprise when I read the packaging and saw that the proper name for a trach is "tracheostomy," not "tracheotomy."
I know that I've been just one consonant short of having the name right, but wrong is wrong no matter how you cut it.
Over the next few days I'll be going backward in time, and correcting all of the instances where I've screwed up the name. But I thought I better come clean with all of you first.
Just goes to show you: You really put your neck on the line when you blog without a safety net.