Cole Deschain
June 26th, 2008, 08:59 PM
All right.
So, for the past week or two, I've had an odd, hard protrusion in my right wrist. I think it might be a dislocated bone after it steadfastly refuses to go away.
So, I go to see a doctor.
He and his intern look at it, and figure it's just a cyst. An x-ray later and it's confirmed.
At this point,t he Doc says, "Well, there's three options."
Option one is to ignore it and hope it goes away on its own. As I do physical work, that's not an option.
Option two is surgery. Which means another doctor's appointment and a highly visible scar on my wrist.
And then we come to option three.
Bend my wrist so the cyst bulges out the farthest it can, and SMACK it with something hard in an effort to break it.
So we go with option three.
The doc comes in with a leatherbound book from the nurse's station, I push that nasty little lump out, and the doc gives me both barrels.
It works.
That thing busts and I can feel the crap spurt inside of my wrist.
I'm healed.
The intern's staring goggle-eyed, and goes, "I've never seen THAT done before."
Me?
I shake the Doc's hand and head for the door.
Because that's MY kind of medicine.
So, for the past week or two, I've had an odd, hard protrusion in my right wrist. I think it might be a dislocated bone after it steadfastly refuses to go away.
So, I go to see a doctor.
He and his intern look at it, and figure it's just a cyst. An x-ray later and it's confirmed.
At this point,t he Doc says, "Well, there's three options."
Option one is to ignore it and hope it goes away on its own. As I do physical work, that's not an option.
Option two is surgery. Which means another doctor's appointment and a highly visible scar on my wrist.
And then we come to option three.
Bend my wrist so the cyst bulges out the farthest it can, and SMACK it with something hard in an effort to break it.
So we go with option three.
The doc comes in with a leatherbound book from the nurse's station, I push that nasty little lump out, and the doc gives me both barrels.
It works.
That thing busts and I can feel the crap spurt inside of my wrist.
I'm healed.
The intern's staring goggle-eyed, and goes, "I've never seen THAT done before."
Me?
I shake the Doc's hand and head for the door.
Because that's MY kind of medicine.