Remember the ganglion that popped up on my wrist last year? It’s still there, sporadically growing and shrinking as always, and now a new one has popped up on my right foot. I thought it was a big mozzie bite at first, but when it didn’t itch or go away for a few weeks I decided to get it checked out.
The first one was somewhat startling (”What the heck is that?!?”), but now that the shock value has worn off I’m thinking aww, crap, not another one. I always say that I’ll do something about the one on my wrist knowing full well I’m too lazy for that, but growing a second one is pretty damn motivating.
So if neither of them show any progress in the next three weeks, Mom will take me to get them removed when she goes on shift duty. I could let her do it at home, but I won’t. She was telling me all about one she aspirated at work and she seemed to be far too gleeful about it. She now calls it “Becca’s fish roe”, because apparently that’s the texture of the stuff inside. Mmm, something I always wanted to know.