About an hour after I got up this morning, I noticed a bump on the back of my left hand. It’s the size of a pea and it’s under my skin. It doesn’t hurt; it just grosses me out, kinda.

So I got dressed and came to work and walked in and showed it to Buzz. “I have a bump on my wrist! It wasn’t there yesterday!” He took one look at it and said, “Oh, yeah, that’s a ganglion cyst. Cyndi’s had one for years. I had one on my foot once, but it went away.”

Naturally I looked it up (I LOVE THE INTERNET) and I’ll be damned if he isn’t right. He’s really tremendously handy to have around.

I rather feel like running home and getting my bowling brace, to keep my wrist immobilized. Or something. I hope it goes away on its own ’cause it kinda grosses me out. It’s just not supposed to be there. That particular area of my body is supposed to be smooth, it always has been before!

Ah, being a thirty-something computer-using carpel tunnel-potential victim is weird. Talk about insult to injury. First the puking, and now this.