In the May 25 New York Times Magazine, former Gawker editor Emily Gould wrote about her compulsive blogging—her habit of "oversharing" and spilling intimate details about her life and her relationships with men who didn't want to be blogged about. It's an interesting account of a private life coming apart on the internet. Ms. Gould had a particularly high blogging profile in Manhattan, attracting hundreds of hits and and dozens of comments each day. This blog averages about sixty visits a day, and few comments. If I overshare, few people will know. Not that I'm tempted to overshare. Who really wants to read about my incredibly dull and ordinary private life? Occasionally details will slip into the blog, but there really isn't all that much to share. Book reviews, poems, excursions, a little music—that's what this blog is about. According to Google Analytics, the most popular post on this blog is my poem about global warming, which is the #3 hit on Google when you search "global warming poem." People aren't coming here to read about my personal life.
That said, I'm aware that I did blog about the herniated disk in my neck. Poor me! I hate experiencing medical problems, I shrink from pain, and I pathetically reach out into cyberspace for sympathy and reassurance. Here I am again, telling you about the second big event in the Year of the Herniation. Yes, this time it's an actual hernia. Inguinal. If that isn't oversharing, what is? Last night I did the "turn-your-head-and-cough" for Dr. Behrens, and on Monday afternoon I meet with Dr. Rainiero, the surgeon, to find out about being cut open. Sympathy and reassurance welcome in the comments.
There. That's out of my system. I'll try not to moan and groan too much on this blog. I'll simply end with a word of advice: Bend with your knees, not your waist, when lifting heavy objects. And if you think you have a hernia, don't do a Google search for "hernia surgery." It'll only freak you out.