The Ganglion Tryst #3

The Ganglion Tryst continues. If you stumbled across this post, read this one first.

Unlike the two grandmothers, this was her first surgery since having her wisdom teeth removed. The new nurse led her to the left and down a long hallway, lined with empty beds separated by curtains half drawn back. They stopped at a two-stall consultation area, separated again by the hospital green curtains. The nurse said she would return shortly.
The nurse returned with a clipboard, ran through a checklist of questions and said the anesthetist and surgeon would be around soon.  Vanessa felt cold, and swung her legs under her chair to try to get blood flowing. She’d used hair removal cream on her legs that morning and given her self a pedicure (sans nail polish) as well. After all, she’d had a lot of time to fill given she couldn’t eat. As the blood returned, she questioned whether removing the lump was worth the trouble. The lump really only bothered her while walking in the city. Hiking was fine, and so was cycling. Maybe it would be better to leave it in, she wondered.