DrumGit, Curtis Cunningham’s blog.

I hate them. Always have, and pretty sure I always will.

I used to be sick a lot as a kid. I’d often end up in bed for a week crippled with flu. Since I left home I don’t really get that kinda sick. I can’t remember the last time I was badly ill.. it’s been a while.

So today I had to go see a GP today for the first time in maybe 4 years. I have a weird lump on the back of my left wrist that’s been there a couple weeks. I suspected it’s a ganglion cyst thingy, but some googling found people talking about tumors and the like, so off I went to the doc, just in case.

Turns out it is a ganglion cyst. I’ve already tried smashing it with a heavy book (the traditional ‘fix’) but that didn’t work. The doctor suggested anti inflamatory medication with a wrist brace, warm compresses, and lots of resting the wrist to reduce inflammation.. i.e. the wrist brace to restrict movement. I commented that I type all day and usually spend a few hours on drums after that making the ‘rest’ part kinda hard. I also pushed back on the medication and she was fine about that … which made me like her. I’m really not keen on meds at all if they can be avoided.

Anyways.. the point (pun not intended but valid) is that she sprung a whole series of tests on me, including ‘blood work’. Ugh. ‘Needles’ I thought. I didn’t look at all, she stuck the needle in (the vein was ridiculously easy to find - I’m super veiny on my arms from 20 years of drumming) took probably a minuscule amount of blood, and I started feeling faint. I swear I can feel it missing.. I felt drained, and she insisted I go lay down for a few minutes as she didn’t want me passing out on the way out.

What a wimp.