Going against popular demand, I decided it best to let a Doctor get his hands on my cyst, and that's exactly what happened as Doctor Michael Lee of the Chicago Northwestern Memorial Hospital announced, "Wanna see something gross?" just prior to committing the devilish act. Of course, Dana's face lit up, and as the Doctor clasped his fingers together, she reported, with a mixed expression of disgust and sadistic joy, a flurry of yellow, pussy tubes being squeezed out of a small hole in my cyst.
The Beagle, meanwhile, felt a very sharp pain and could feel the crap oozing out. I must confess that it wasn't the most pleasant experience I've encountered and near the end, I felt very light-headed and nauseas and had to ask for a sip of water. The cyst was dressed back up, I was given a new prescription of anti-biotics for the upcoming week and sent on my merry way.
Since that morning appointment, fluid has already built up in the cyst, leading to Dana heading the squeezing duties. On this occasion, however, the main fluid released was blood. Nice. The cyst is still a bit red and feels fecking sore, but I'm hoping it'll clear up completely over the next few days and I can get back to putting on my coat without grimacing and looking like I have a steel rod running down my arm span. It's weird to think that Dana said she could feel the hardness of the shell as she squeezed the cyst, but that's what I'll be having removed in three weeks time.
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