Hit it. Just hit it.

So, the title is a cheap shot. I don't care. I know that people will remember yesterday as the day that Michael Jackson died and completely overshadowed Farrah Fawcett's death (for real, cocktail parties world-wide will echo with the sentiments of "Michaels death was a tragedy but it was such a shame that Farrah didn't get a proper goodbye ..."). I was over Michael dying before he was dead (heartless, I know. It is sad. I KNOW.). I work in a newsroom. People were a flurry.

So, as a distraction for myself and anyone else out there who is cold hearted enough to admit that, although tragic, he wasn't exactly JFK, I am going to talk about something else. I have this lump, on my wrist, that has been there for about two years now. When I first saw it, I COMPLETELY FREAKED OUT. I thought I had cancer or something. But, then, my Mom "calmed me down" with the following conversation:

Me: Look at my wrist, I am a freak. I am going to die.
Mom: I don't see anything.
Me: Look. LOOK!
Mom: Oh, that's just a cyst.
Me: So I don't have cancer?
Mom: No. You have been playing too many video games.
Me: Oh. I want it to go away!
Mom: Hit it with a big book.
Me: Blank stare.

In about 2.5 I went from believing I had cancer to my Mom telling me to heal it by "hitting it with a big book, you know, like your art history book". The thought of breaking this cyst up under my skin and having cyst bits floating around my body makes me want to throw up in my mouth. So, I just left it and proceeded to show it off to anyone who would look. Most people tried to convince me it was my bone.

And that is how I have been living for two years. Then, a few weeks ago, I was playing pool volleyball and my wrist snapped back and it hurt. I don't have evidence that it was the cyst that caused the hurt, except that it was the cyst that was hurting. And it didn't stop hurting for two weeks. I wore a freaking wrist brace for goodness sake. Cris tried to get me to talk to the doctor about it but I was so worked up about my shins and they told me that it was a different doctor (of course) so ...

And when my awesomest neighbors, Noah and Sabrina, saw my wrist brace one Saturday on our way to a hiking (excuse me, not-hiking, long story (it was totally hiking)) trip they asked me what was up. And so I told them and while Sabrina was freaking out just like I WANT people to react, Noah is all "Oh, it's a Bible cyst." Excuse me what? Now Jesus did this to me!?! He explained that "You hit it with a King James Bible and it goes away". So, Mom and Noah are for hitting it with either an art history book or a Bible (there is some irony in there somewhere ... ) and everyone else, in the world, I hope, is for NOT.

I told Noah I at least would like a doctor to hit it with a Bible. More irony. So ... I don't really have a way of summing this up, mostly because the cyst still lives. So, I am installing a poll! You decide. What should be the fate of my cyst? (if you look to the right, in that column, there is a poll! Right above my followers.)