What Next?? Whatever Next!

Following conversation took place yesterday between me and the GP, during bloods test: Doc [in slightly disapproving Dr Finlay voice]: The only letters I seem to get about you from the hospital are regarding your next holiday. Self: OK, take a look at this (points to unsightly and painful lump on wrist) I seem to have been bitten by some evil foreign predator. Doc: Doesn't look like a bite. Seems to me more like a ganglion. Self [horrified]: A f***ing WHAT??? Doc: Ganglion. The traditional Scottish remedy is to drop the family Bible on them from a great height. Contemporary medical wisdom is to leave them alone. Self [weakly]: I'll stick with the contemporary wisdom... Isn't "ganglion" a fabulous word? Seems to me like the verbal equivalent of the Platonic Ideal - like "Prime Minister", it sounds just as hideous and vile as it actually is! I suppose the first rule of cancer is NEVER to say "well, things can't get worse..." - because they always can... Off for a gin and tonic and a stern conversation with my ganglion... Cat x