Why I almost broke into a dance in the doctor’s office
In a streak of single minded determination, I tried going after the unwanted protrusions in my body – all this week. Some poet, in an inspired moment, no doubt has written “Deformities, thy name is Rajib” or something of similar import. After throat, came the wrist.
This thing on my wrist came up around the same time I got into trouble with my throat. And also around the time I started bicycling. Since it was not hurting, I did not care much about it. But when I met my friend Avijit in Australia (who is in the medical industry), he had advised me to see a doctor although his guess was it is entirely benign.
There I was, in front of an orthopedic surgeon. First, I had to get the X rays done. Then the assistant came in. Abbey was her name. Very friendly, young lady who always wanted to be in the medical field. By the time she was done taking all my vitals and writing down the notes, I had figured out her entire life. Or most of it at least.
Presently, the doctor came. Believe it or not, for about 15 minutes we talked about PE firms!! And we had a good debate on “PE industry… is it really a Ponzi scheme?” In his defense, he finally did bring me back to my persistent swelling.
After the consultation, we looked at the options and unlike the throat outgrowth, here we basically decided to just live with it. I did not care about the grotesque look (it is on brand with my image of not caring about my looks) and it does not give me any pain anyways.
The doctor left and Abbey came in. She handed me some paperwork, printouts of my X-rays and a business card in case I changed my mind and wanted to go ahead with the surgery anyways.
“What was the diagnosis, Mr. Roy?”
“This is a cyst”. And an inspired moment, I added in a sing song voice… “Ganglion style” đŸ™‚
(It is a Ganglion cyst but I am sure you get the musical reference).
Both of us laughed out loud!!