In which I give you what you want

My dear, dear friend, Mollie, wrote in my comments from yesterday's post in regards to her own funky boil thing:

"Anyway, the thing popped and I swear a marshmallow popped out."

I can't top that (and I'm pretty thankful for that except to say that's one of the funniest things I've ever heard) but if y'all want details, by golly I'll give 'em to you. As much as I can stand to give anyway.

So yesterday my day was occupied by my pressing the gook out of this giant pimple thing. What had happened is that I have a cyst there anyway that is most of the time dormant but since it's been hot and I'm a world class head sweater, sweat and who-knows-what-else collected in the little hole that was left from the last time I had this cyst turn into some sort of sci-fi creature and thus it became the funky giant pimple. Anyway, every couple of hours I was pressing out junk that can best be described as technicolor and I didn't think it would end. Finally late last night before bed I was going to give it one last cleaning out for the night and I noticed some white stuff coming out that wouldn't wipe away.

Ugh. This was going to require more work.

Gauze and antiseptic at the ready I put some real effort into getting it dislodged and damn if that extra pressure didn't work. White chunk of who-knows-what came out, I felt an instant relief from the pressure and whatever was backed up behind it came out in a rush.

I stiffled back a scream. I didn't think 1:30am was the time to startle the neighbors with my gross out act.

Lots of technicolor grossness came out finally ending in bright blood and I called myself finished. I cleaned up the wound site and went to bed thinking that tomorrow would see me having more goo for the doctor to deal with.

As I sat and waited for the doctor I was dreading the incision part. An open gash in one's neck is never pleasant, even less so when it's very humid outside. Still I was looking forward to getting on the road to healing. My doctor looked at the what was now a very changed scene from the previous morning and said "So...you got it out, huh? Well, that's good! No need for me to cut on it. Just keep it clean, use the antibiotic salve and keep taking the antibiotic pills. Come back if it gets swollen and painful again."

Yay!

So far it's remained technicolor goo free - only a little oily, watery discharge. The swelling is virtually gone and the pain is definitely gone...only a little tenderness at the wound site and I'm hoping I've dodged the blade and it'll all heal up without further incident.

There now. I'm much better and y'all got some gory details. I'm positively high on the win-win of it all!