If you are fascinated by medical stuff (raises hand), forge ahead, gentle reader.
Last week I had surgery to remove a ganglion cyst. Ganglion cysts are very common. In my case, it was a cyst that had grown into the joint in my left wrist. It was, to varying degrees, painful. After a failed attempt to drain it, surgery was the only option left to get rid of it.
But, I explained to the doctor, I have two two-year-olds. He cut me off for the 27th time or so and told me that with a brace on I'd be able to pick them up in a week. Then the nurse told me I wouldn't even be put to sleep. This was sounding like no big deal, so I agreed to it.
I won't say that they lied, but it turned out to be a bigger deal than I expected. I was "sedated" with Propofol... so more or less asleep. Anyway, I was expecting it to be about as serious as having a big mole removed. And it wasn't serious-serious, but it was a little more involved than I had anticipated.
Now the zombie hand pictures:
|Very swollen. I slept almost the entire day.|
|Swelling is getting better, starting to bruise|
|Incision covered in glue. Just out of the frame, the "Yes" mark on my arm. As in, "Yes, this one. Not the other one."|
|Current hand with rainbow bruising|
And that, friends, is enough one-handed typing.