Tuesday I had an injection to treat a case of “Morton’s Neuroma.” The podiatrist took care to explain that while “neuroma” sounds like cancerous words (“melanoma” leaps to mind) the “oma” part just means “diseased,” in a lumpy sort of way.
My family doctor said much the same thing when he explained that the weird little lump in my left forearm was a lipoma. Today he removed it (just in case, for biopsy) and I’m pleased to announce that it was a much more pleasant experience than having a nerve in my foot shot up with cortizone. This is probably due in no small part to the fact that I don’t walk around on my forearms. Also, there are fewer nerves there.
Still, the procedure was disconcerting. After four injections of local anaesthetic Doctor Harline cut my arm open with a scalpel, scissored the hole a little wider with a wicked-looking set of scissors, and then started kneading, like he was trying to pop the largest zit I’ve ever had. I asked him if he wasn’t supposed to call 1-800-BLUE-STAKES before digging around that way (he laughed quite genuinely — I am a professional, after all), but after a moment he DID pop the largest zit I’ve ever had.
The picture (safely sanitized in a specimen cup) is behind the cut.
This particular lipoma is relatively small, about the size of a big raisin. Only it’s made out of fat.
Anyway, that’s two *omas I’ve had treated in one week. You’ll forgive me if I’m feeling a little light-headed.
You have a strong stomach. I can’t even watch when I get a shot.
You have a strong stomach. I can’t even watch when I get a shot.
You might want to explain the 800-BLUE-STAKES bit, since it appears to be local to Utah…
“Call before you dig.”
You know, to make sure you don’t hit an underground power line or a gas main or something.
…or an artery or a nerve…
It’s 800-MISS-DIG where I’m from, but I got it from context.
Reading this post was a bit weird, since to me (and my half-German family), “Oma” is our maternal grandmother.
She’s perfectly healthy, thank you.
…or “Miss Utility” here around Washington, DC.
You might want to explain the 800-BLUE-STAKES bit, since it appears to be local to Utah…
“Call before you dig.”
You know, to make sure you don’t hit an underground power line or a gas main or something.
…or an artery or a nerve…
It’s 800-MISS-DIG where I’m from, but I got it from context.
Reading this post was a bit weird, since to me (and my half-German family), “Oma” is our maternal grandmother.
She’s perfectly healthy, thank you.
…or “Miss Utility” here around Washington, DC.
URG. I feel for you…..
PS you could have tried the one for when they are looking for a vein…
hey, if you hit oil, we’ll go halves!
URG. I feel for you…..
PS you could have tried the one for when they are looking for a vein…
hey, if you hit oil, we’ll go halves!
Merry Christmas! (ugh)
No.
“Happy Birthday!”
I mean… it’s like a tiny little child.
Oh dear, Howard is a budding artist.
*headdesk*
Merry Christmas! (ugh)
No.
“Happy Birthday!”
I mean… it’s like a tiny little child.
Oh dear, Howard is a budding artist.
*headdesk*
What’d it taste like?
Chicken.
Admittedly marinated in Dave’s Insanity Sauce, but still…
What’d it taste like?
Chicken.
Admittedly marinated in Dave’s Insanity Sauce, but still…
I had one of those taken out of my back last year. Scared me until the doctor figured out that it was just a lump of fat. Then it grossed me out.
I had one of those taken out of my back last year. Scared me until the doctor figured out that it was just a lump of fat. Then it grossed me out.
I had what they thought was one of those a few years ago. Sadly, it turned out to be a sebaceous cyst.
Trust me, you got the better end of the deal.
–G
Really? how do THOSE taste?
Chicken cordon bleu.
–G
I had what they thought was one of those a few years ago. Sadly, it turned out to be a sebaceous cyst.
Trust me, you got the better end of the deal.
–G
Really? how do THOSE taste?
Chicken cordon bleu.
–G
After spending a summer on a cable system, I was led to believe the locate marks mean “Dig Here, Dig Deep, Dig fast.”
After spending a summer on a cable system, I was led to believe the locate marks mean “Dig Here, Dig Deep, Dig fast.”
Personally, I’d rather have lipomas OR sebaceous cysts over what I have.
I have angioleyomyomas. Specifically, they are encysted muscle (rather that fat), which is linked rather painfully straight into the nervous system somehow. If they get prodded, it’s excruciating.
Personally, I’d rather have lipomas OR sebaceous cysts over what I have.
I have angioleyomyomas. Specifically, they are encysted muscle (rather that fat), which is linked rather painfully straight into the nervous system somehow. If they get prodded, it’s excruciating.
I get to have fun with Plantar Fasciitis.
A diagnosis of plantar fasciitis means you have inflamed the tough, fibrous band of tissue (fascia) connecting your heel bone to the base of your toes.
I got a doctor’s orders to buy myself a really nice pair of shoes with arch support AND I got permission to take FOURx 200mg of Advil. Finally the Advil works!
I get to have fun with Plantar Fasciitis.
A diagnosis of plantar fasciitis means you have inflamed the tough, fibrous band of tissue (fascia) connecting your heel bone to the base of your toes.
I got a doctor’s orders to buy myself a really nice pair of shoes with arch support AND I got permission to take FOURx 200mg of Advil. Finally the Advil works!