Filed under: In General
Ever since I was 13, I’ve had this recurring cyst on my wrist. It has been surgically removed twice (once under general anesthesia) and aspirated once. No luck. It stays deflated for a bit, then slowly starts to pop back up. Every now and then it will burst on its own (entirely pain-free, thank God), but it is only a short while before the little bump starts to make its presence known once again.
I decided long ago to give up on trying to force a cessation to its existence, so I decided to instead personify it and give it a name; he is Bobalique. That’s a long “o” for the record. Bo-ba-lique. We’re almost friends now.
Even after his personification, I tried to cover him with band-aids and bracelets and the like. Then I came to the conclusion that I just didn’t freakin’ care anymore. People ask me what that thing on my wrist is, and I introduce them. Nice to make your acquaintance.
Bobalique is almost to bursting stage again. I can tell because he starts to get very swollen, and my wrist loses a bit of flexibility and is generally more tender than usual. There’s a part of me that hopes each time will be the last, but I think I might miss the little fellow if he goes for good. He’s a part of me (metaphorically as well as literally). I just wish he could keep his size down. Fatso.
(I’m hoping the peer pressure will work). 
