I have decided the internet is a bad thing. If you come across something and you are unfamiliar with it what are you going to do? Google it. Now you might think this is a good thing, but you are mistaken. See if you had to wait until you could go to library or ask someone smarter than you, you might realize that you didn’t really want to know about that certain thing as bad as you thought you did.
Case and point, this really gross picture.
That I’m about to show you.
You might have already seen it depending on how big your screen is, but I’m trying to waste time for those with weak stomachs.
Yes, it’s that bad.
That is going to be my wrist on Tuesday. I should never have typed “ganglion cyst” into that little bar on the corner of my screen, and I sure as hell should have never clicked “images”. There are some things you can’t unsee. That little (I say little but I mean HUGE) clearish white thing over on the right, it’s a cyst, and I have one of those.
I have had this nub, as I affectionately call it, since 2008 sometime. I have shared many a good time with my nub, it only hurts on occasion. That’s just about as much as you can expect from any friend. I have often encouraged people to touch it, some do, most look at me like I asked them to touch poop. I have, however, had some people ask if they could touch it. I have also had someone ask if they could bite it, Catie Caton. But for the most part it just hangs out on my right wrist just doing its little nubby thing. It wasn’t until I saw its shadow on my hand that I realized I needed to do something about it. I guess there is just something kind of gross about a massive lump casting shadows on the wall.
So I went to the doctor a couple of weeks ago, he looked at it, poked it, made it wiggle. At one point he asked me how my breathing was, like doctors do, I looked at him and said “I’m perfectly healthy doctor, just deformed.” He just laughed, shook his head, and got out his stethoscope. From that doctor, I went to an orthopedic doctor. I managed to surprise two nurses with my little nubby friend, and yes I am proud of that. And now on Tuesday, June 14, I’m going to have this little guy cut out. It’s for the best, I know, but it’s always been hard for me to say goodbye.
This little nub, as ugly as it may be, has been the subject of many a conversation, there is no way to break the ice quite like saying “hey do you want to see my nub?” I have brought him up in a few classes, during rehearsals, and once after a funeral. You see nothing brings people together like a nub. This little sack of synovial fluid has really been there for me.
