Many years ago, when I was playing with a punk band, our drummer developed a ganglion cyst. It led to one of the most bizarrely surreal evenings of my life.
In the first place, none of us had ever heard of a ganglion cyst. All we knew was that JM’s wrist had this horrible, giant lump on it all of a sudden. We were young and freaked out (and powerfully under the influence of various legal and illegal substances,) it was 3AM, and we were all in a strange city, so what did we do?
We called another band member’s mom in a different city, cause she was a nurse.
“Sounds like a ganglion cyst to me. Hit it with a book.” click
Hit it with a book?! What kind of jack-leg medical advice is that? We couldn’t believe it, so we called a hospital (geniuses, we were.)
Now it’s important to note that JM didn’t actually want to go to a hospital, because of paranoia and the much more mundane fact that we were all desperately poor and uninsured. So he tried to solicit medical advice over the phone.
“Uh huh. No, I can’t come to the hospital. Uh huh. Look, let’s just say it is a ganglion cyst. What should I do? ‘Whatever I do, don’t hit it with a book.’ OK, got it. So what are my options? No, I told you I absolutely can’t make it to the hospital. Oh, OK. Uh huh. Thanks.”
He hung up.
“She said to hit it with a book.”
JM took a slug of booze, looked around the room for a book, and couldn’t find one big enough, so his eyes fell on a corner of the wall by the door. He figured if he couldn’t hit it with somethjing heavy, he’d hit something heavy with his wrist.
Not the best plan, in retrospect.
He cranked up the Rollins Band tune “Don’t Think About It, Do It,” took a deep breath (and another drink,) and swung his arm at the wall.
He, of course, missed the ganglion cyst altogether and broke his wrist. Oopsy.
We took him to the hospital, where the kind medical staff patched him up and drained the cyst, and informed us that the real reason you weren’t supposed to hit it with something heavy was that you ran a rather large risk of missing the cyst and damaging yourself with the heavy object.
Duh, I suppose.
Anyway, sorry about your cyst, but don’t hit it with a book while under the influence, m’kay?