I feel I need to come clean with you all. I have been hiding something from you – for almost two years now. It’s been difficult to conceal…some times more challenging than others. And, to be perfectly honest, I am not sure how to deliver it. I could play it off like it is no big deal. Or, I could tell it like it is…with all the gory details. But, whichever way I go…I know I am going to have a load off my chest. It started innocently enough – just kept it to myself…but now it’s affecting my family. Actually, Angela has had to intervene now. What could be plaguing me so?
Well, yesterday I had a procedure done. In fact, to be precise, I had a sebaceous cyst removed from my areola. And, it was prompted by my constant paranoia of people noticing its presence poking through my shirts. It was as big as…well, just think of the location. It became frustrating. It became sensitive. So, I decided to seek medical attention. Angela told me she was disturbed at how often I was giving myself breast exams. And it is true…I tried to get rid of the little guy myself…but to no avail.
So, Angela and I loaded up to Lufkin and had a small extraction yesterday evening. We had dinner with my family…and then it was time. I am not gonna’ lie, I was a bit nervous. But, I knew that for Angela’s sake, and my own, this thing needed to go now. One of Lufkin’s finest in the medical field performed the minor procedure…and at first, we didn’t know what to expect. But, there’s something about sitting in an exam room with your -shirt off…and hearing, “Bring me the 5-gauge…”, “No, I think we’re going to need a little bigger.” Didn’t really soothe my fears. I was sterilized, and then the numbing medicine was administered. The lydocaine started to kick in, just as I felt the “little guy” open up. They told me that it was “leaking” a bit. Good…maybe this thing will go quickly.
Nope. Let’s just say, they squeezed the cyst for about three or four minutes, and then I heard some dialogue that was very reminiscent of the docs on ER…incision, scalpel, sterile field, etc etc. Ummmm…let’s talk about this. But, in the end, I decided I was not going to be regarded as the blind dude with the third nipple at all the summer swimming opportunities anymore. It was time to nip this thing in the bud. So, he made an incision, opened it up, and pulled the head of the cyst out. It bled; it drained all of the “sebaceous-y” juices that made it as hefty as it was….and it was bandaged up.
Now, the swelling is diminishing, just 24-hours later. It has to heal for a few days, but you’ll be glad to know that I no longer have to hide myself. I can wear shirts that fit without having a growth jutting from my shirt. I don’t have to appear as if I am a little chilly…and yes, I have been asked before…and no, I wasn’t.
So, if that’s a little bit too much for you…I’m sorry. I just wanted to feel the weight leave my chest, literally. And, I am very surprised at the amount of concern my friends have displayed with me about not knowing about this for so long… Now I know the level of comfortability our friendship is at. And, now you know the boundaries we have here for topic selection at “My Life at Present”.
Less graphic posts to come…