Next thing you know, you're eating hospital food

I had to go to hospital on Monday. I'd been referred by my dentist who spotted an unusual lump in my mouth when she was giving me a filling a couple of months ago. I had to take her word for it, as I can't see inside my mouth, and I couldn't feel anything, but there you go.

So, we battled through the rush hour traffic (whichever fool designed Leicester's road system should be condemned to a life spent driving round it) to get to the hospital and I went along to see the consultant. I got two X-Rays and then had a chat with the doctor, who was rather aloof if I'm quite honest. Anyway. He showed me a little weird circle on the X-Rays which he said is something called a naso-palatal cyst. There's a nerve that runs from your nose to your palate, and sometimes the tissue around it gets inflamed and forms a cyst. Fortunately it's not very big and doesn't appear to be doing much, and it certainly isn't causing me any pain, so nothing needs doing at the moment. I rather hope nothing needs doing in 6 months when he said he'd review it, as he described the procedure thus:

"we pull back your palate, scrape out the cyst, and close it up again"

Great. Of all the things to have in your mouth, I get a naso-palatal cyst. I could have got ice cream or chocolate mousse, but no... a cyst. Oh well. Let's hope it doesn't do anything in the future, eh? Otherwise you'll all be treated to a delightful description of my surgeries come next April.