I was just about to write “area cyst found in area knee,” but it’s getting to the point that it’s no longer funny to me, and I’m more easily amused than… anybody.

The doctor’s office finally called me back about my MRI, and it shows that there’s a cyst in there filled with fluid, probably the result of a previous injury. In the past when I’ve played volleyball, I’ve hit the deck pretty hard a few times trying to save a play, so I’m really not surprised. I have an appointment for next month to talk to a knee specialist about what it is and what I should do about it, but since the MRI, it’s been feeling a lot better. Hopefully it’s something that’s safe to ignore unless it becomes a problem again.

Today, I played some very excellent volleyball–I actually felt I had all seven skills working: serving, passing, setting, hitting, blocking, digging, and talking smack. Now if I can only carry over some of that Tuesday goodness into my Thursday league.

Tomorrow, I’m taking Anna to the dentist; she actually seems to be looking forward to it, I think because of a Caillou video she saw. Although we brush and floss her teeth every day, she has a visible cavity on one of her teeth. A week or so ago, I saw it and thought it was a speck of food, but when I got a toothpick and started poking at it, I realized it’s actually a hole. I’m glad she hasn’t yet complained of any pain, and I really want to get it taken care of before it becomes a problem. She’s a bad enough sleeper as it is, I can’t imagine what she’d be like with a toothache.