Wednesday, May 10, 2006
The hits just keep on coming
No, really, it's not that bad. The other day I noticed a small lump on the outskirt of my armpit and seeing that the cancer thing doesn't really bode well in my family, I called the doctor for a quick check. When I saw the doctor he took one look at it and said, "Oh, yea, what you have here is an infected oil gland." Yummy. "what I think I'll do is numb it and then shove this incredibly sharp object into it to open it up." Well, I am paraphrasing here, but you get the idea. "oh yea, there is some really gross stuff in here, would you like to see?" I am crapping you not, that was verbatim. "no thanks, I'm good." "No, really, look." He then proceeds to bring the delicious looking shit up to my eyeball. "Now, all you have to do is 2-3 times a day take a q-tip with some peroxide and then just shove it up there and really get it in there to clean it out." Oh, is that all I have to do? Now most of you know that I am a fairly squeamish person. I don't do well with anything that has to do with blood, bile, vomit, pus, feces(ok I've got the feces thing all taken care of) etc.etc. Thankfully my husband is the opposite and he will once again have to take the high road and do some digging in that hole in my armpit. Now, I still have to go back next week to make sure it's not anything horrible like STAPH infection. Glad he waited til the end of our conversation to mention that. I know that this could have turned out much worse so I'm really not complaining. The man could have thrown up on me, now that would have been a travesty.