Doc says it was a “branchial cleft cyst”, which has been quietly simmering since the womb (thanks, Mom) and should have presented itself to the world long since but for some reason waited until I was 48. Anyway, all gone. Got a swollen throat from the procedure, and some tenderness, and not much of a voice, but otherwise back in the game. Soon will come the bill, because the American health insurance system is a cruel, cruel joke. Nevertheless, I’m delighted to be alive.
Here’s me with a sporty goatee. Also, pre-op. Gotta have a cyst removed from my neck. Very inconsiderate timing, I’m told. #covid19
I’ll check back in tomorrow. Stay healthy, my friends.
I signed up for thirty weeks of intensive Krav Maga training, so… let’s see what happens next.