Who needs two hands anyways?

  Just got home from my doctor's appointment. New (to me) doctor, new office... nice place (If I do say so myself) Great staff, very friendly and helpful. Dr. Yamamoto (no joke) got my vote right off, since we're both cack-handed. So he takes a look at my wrist, attempts to move my hand around (yeah, no I don't think so) and says "Looks like a pretty good cyst there. You're going to want to excise that one. Oooooook. Can you do that here, what does that entail? I ask starting to breathe rather shallowly. Oh no, says he, you'll want Dr. Gabriel for this job; he's a hand surgeon. I'll give you a referral.

(that pause.... that was me dying a little inside)

Oh.. ok. Is this pretty serious then?

Well (he smiles) a little, you see... the cyst has developed roots that go under your tendons... to remove it he'll have to open up your hand and get up under your bones and tendons to get it all.

(this pause.... that was me trying not to throw up on the new doctor)

Sigh ... ok, so what do I do now?

Now, you wait until his staff calls you to make an appointment. Here's a RX for Naproxen... should last two weeks, by then you'll have heard from them and you can go see him for a consult.


Now I'm at home with my head spinning and I'm starting to get scared. Yes, I'm happy I have an idea now, but that's about all I'm happy about. So now I get to spend then next two weeks (or until they call me) with my hand wrapped up in an ace bandage (drs orders) and taking naproxen twice a day.

Tell me you've had a better day?