Dangling Cysts

SITSAS–Thanks for checking me out!  I just have a few people/entities I’d like to thank for getting me where I am today.  First, thank you to the Internets and all their tubes.  Thank you to my cat for not blocking those tubes today.  Thanks to my husband for letting me constantly take 40 points off his IQ in my blog posts.  And as my son prays every night, thank you for thank yous.  Oh!  And thank you Heather and Tiffany, our SITSAs House Mothers!

 


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QUICKIE:  During a quiet moments at Staples yesterday, Vincenzo looked up with me with his finger up his nose and yelled, “MOMMY, GET YOUR FINGER OUT OF YOUR NOSE!”

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I had an MRI on my right wrist today.  To bring you up to speed, the MRI from my left wrist showed that I have some torn ligaments and a ganglion cyst (which Kevin gets great joy in calling a “dangling cyst”). 

 

I was kind of excited for today’s MRI, mainly because I get to wear scrubs and they make me feel about four years more educated.  The scrubs are ingeniously designed to fit anyone from size “petite woman” to “300 pound man,” and I fall somewhere on the scale.  You can imagine my disappointment, then, when Mr. MRI (Dr. MRI?) handed me only a pair of scrub pants and told me I could just wear the T-shirt I was already wearing.  I came out of the changing room feeling like a med school drop-out—one who had made it far enough to earn pants but not the shirt.

 

The MRI was otherwise fine.  Inside the MRI tube I made myself promise not to look at the MRI slides when I get home for fear of panicking.  As soon as I got home I took the MRI slides out and held them up to the window.  I quickly panicked.

 

Now, I’m not an expert.  The only MRI I’d ever seen before was a week ago when my doctor pointed to a bright white mark and called it a ganglion cyst.  As I looked up at the MRI of my right wrist and saw not one white spot but seven or eight!  Unfortunately, my doctor’s appointment is one week away I’ll have to remain in this state of panic for six more days.  That’s plenty of time for this colony of ganglion cysts to develop intelligence, organize a local government, and decide to overthrow my ligaments or something.  I can only hope that the ganglion cyst on my left wrist will work as some kind of a check-and-balance system.

 

Anyway, between the radial tunnel, carpal tunnel, torn ligaments, and ganglion cysts, I’m pretty sure the doctor is going to use the word “amputate” at least once in our discussion.  But here’s the bright side: without my arms, I’ll finally be within striking distance of my target body weight.  There I said it.

 

WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:

Layered Tuna and Pasta Salad

Homemade Buttermilk Bread

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