'That's a ganglion that is,' said the prayer ministry team as they prayed for my wrist. They were right. Perhaps they should become doctors. It didn't get any better.
'That's a ganglion that is,' said Mrs T. Shall I hit it with a book? I went a bit weak-kneed at this point. I've heard of hitting ganglions with books (and indeed Doctor Bell once teased Mrs T that he was going to do that to one she had but he successfully scared her into getting better - good doctoring that) but that was before I realised that in the wrong position they hurt like blazes.
'I'll hit it with a book,' said curate colleague and friend Richard simultaneously from separate counties. Why this enthusiasm for hitting me with a book? Don't answer.
So the doctor I saw today confirms it is a ganglion but made no offer to hit it with a book. Five days of strapping and anti-inflamatories and then four weeks of wait-and-see. If no joy then time for people to cut into me and see if I bleed.
So friends? Any wisdom. Hitting ganglions with books? Is that just for the soft ones in non-awkward places. Or should I toughen up?