This post is gross, so consider yourself officially warned. On Monday I woke up with a back ache. But not the normal kind. The source of my pain, this time, was my third eye: The Evil Cyst of Doom. It was huge and swollen and PAINFUL.
So I called the dermatologist, something I should've done YEARS ago, and took their first available appointment. Wednesday night, after waiting patiently for 90 minutes (even though I had an appointment!), the doctor told me that my cyst has absessed. They had to numb it with a zillion tiny needle pricks and then squeeze the living hell out of it (as an aside, I TOTALLY should've been a dermatologist - all that zit popping would be AWESOME) and then give me a giant cortizone shot to make it shrink back down to its pre-golf ball size. I go back in three weeks to have it officially removed.
The gross part? When I was lying there and he was squeezing it? I could smell it. It was NOT a good smell. Keep in mind, I was lying face down and this cyst is on my back. And I could SMELL it. I have never been so grossed out in my whole entire life.
Have a nice weekend, Lovlies!