That said, the real reason you tuned in here was to find out about that mysterious lump on my arm. I've been bragging about it since I got it, and have mentioned it on Facebook a couple of times. For even less fun, I've included a photo or two. No need to worry, however. There's nothing disgusting or scary about it, though it looks kind of...weird. This blog post is going to cover and clear up any questions about how I got it and how it has mysteriously gone back to where it came from. Probably Mars...
All right, here's the lump in question. This photo is from just after it showed up. Meet Mt. Arm-erest:
It's not a hard lump. While it is sort of "squishy," it's pretty solid. There's no pain unless I bump against something, which is pretty common being me, and even then, it isn't so bad. I went to the doctor a few weeks ago and he prescribed a pill for me to take twice a day. He told me that they were "horse pills," so be careful taking them. Fortunately, I never developed a whinny from taking them, so I didn't wake up Diana at 3:20 in the morning. I got this fine lump after an incident back in March. From my Facebook post on March 27, 2018:
Yesterday, I took advantage of a nice afternoon to work in the front yard. I trimmed the tree and bushes, and I mowed the lawn. When I mow the lawn, I push the mower one way, then move it over half the width and mow "in reverse," that is, walking backward to the other end, pulling the mower. I've done this for years with satisfactory results and no issues.
Our front yard has a rock shaped fiberglass cover over old cable TV equipment for our block. It's no longer used, but we like our "pet rock," as we call it, so we let it sit on the lawn. We've had no issues with it.
Till yesterday.
I was mowing in reverse as described above and apparently misjudged the distance as I approached the rock. Before I knew it, I tumbled over it backward and nicely scraped up my arm in the process. My lawnmower is electric, so it shuts off when you release the handle, which I did mid-fall.
Today I'm doing OK. Otherwise I wouldn't be writing this at all, or doing so from a hospital bed."
Here's a photo of that dreaded "pet rock":
It wasn't until after my incident that I discovered that our pet rock has a face. Look at it carefully, and you can see it. It's a serious look as in "Don't mess with me. I'm seriously going to trip you up (or down as the case may be)." In my case it was down because, well, effect of gravity on big, fat guy...
EPILOG: Just to clarify, my epilog is not made of wood. Something about avoiding splinters. But as much as I don't like taking medication, the doctor's pills worked. Here's a picture of my formerly deformed arm after a round of those pills:
I know what you're thinking..."What lump?" Exactly. Things are back to normal at our house. Carry on till my next post.
EPILOG: Just to clarify, my epilog is not made of wood. Something about avoiding splinters. But as much as I don't like taking medication, the doctor's pills worked. Here's a picture of my formerly deformed arm after a round of those pills:
I know what you're thinking..."What lump?" Exactly. Things are back to normal at our house. Carry on till my next post.
