Yesterday I went to the doctor, ostensibly for just an ultrasound. No, not one of those ultrasounds. This one was on my wrist.

Surprise, surprise - doctor pulls out needles. Decides to activate the procedure they've been planning to do in situ. Anesthetics applied, big needles plied with steroids, and a ganglion cyst - conveniently growing within one of my tendons - gets hit. This is just one of many cysts rolling around in my buggered wrist space. The treatment has a 60% chance of working. If it doesn't work we can repeat it. If that doesn't work, they're going in with scalpels. I'd rather not get to that point.

The doctor has EDS too. He tells me that feet and ankles often go on EDS people. I decide not to think about that. I tell him about my jaw popping out. He tells me about his neck popping out. We are unwitting war buddies.

So this may be my first treatment of many.

The procedure hurt but not as much as the recovery has.

I'm in a brace now, not allowed to use my right hand for some days. I cannot dry my hair. Typing this has taken fucking ages as I cannot type with my right hand, nor write with it either (we're installing speech recognition software on the home PC tonight). I cannot drive. I cannot dry my hair and pulling on tights is something akin to a circus act. I have a deep down massive bone ache and throbbing in my wrist, one that kept me up last night.

I turn 35 next week and parts of my body are already letting the team down.

I am crazy busy - I need to see the dentist but haven't had time, I finally got a haircut after last having one in May 2008. Melissa and her best friend arrive tonight for a week. One week of two teenagers and two toddlers. Angus is building a deck and having to do it alone as the EDS now prevents it. A friend in real life found my blog and I'd really rather that didn't happen, especially as real life friend has now blown me out. I'm now nervous, and feeling exposed, and feeling bad because I've mentioned said friend on here and I don't want them to feel betrayed because that's not a very nice feeling. I tell people at work my wrist is in a brace as I've been backhanding people too much. They smile. It beats the truth.

Miles to go before I sleep and I can't even sleep.

I'm in a good mood, though. That has to be worth something. Angus and I are getting along well lately - I hope the peace lasts. The sun is out. And I am so proud of my toddlers that I feel it deep down in my bones, down by where the needles went through.

My body is aging now, and I can't help feeling it's too early for that. It's not pity I'm playing with here, it's just something I wish wasn't. I wonder if I should buy my adult undergarments or ordering up a cane ahead of time. I wonder if there are coupons to prevent aging, and what part of me I need to sell to get them.

-H.

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