So if anyone who reads my posts knows a few months ago I got some benign cysts removed from my scalp at the free clinic (because I don’t have any fucking health insurance). Anyway, they left some small ones for a later date because they were not that pressing and their were other patients waiting.

Anyhow, I spent the weekend at my mom’s house. It was cool. We went to the flea market and I got a bunch of cool stuff. But one night, one of the cysts became red and inflamed. It was sore and everything that touched it hurt like hell. I was desperate and I asked my mom to stick it shallowly with a needle to let off some of the pressure. She did so but it had little effect and she was worried because it will be a month before the next free clinic.

The next day at work, it swelled up and came to a head. When I got home I knew it was infected and I had to do something about it because the thought of it poisoning my body and making me sick was not a very nice prospect. So, I jabbed it. I started squeezing the infection out and all of a sudden I head a popping sound, like bubble wrap under my skin. Blood started running down my face in streams and I looked in my hand to see what I had. It turns out that I had forced out two of the cysts! One whole, one in pieces.

I had never been so proud, so fascinated and so grossed out in my whole life! I saved my self a doctors visit. I stood their, a mixture of blood, peroxide and rubbing alcohol running all over me and I knew I had conquered the little bastards!