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Mmmm, pus.
Jun. 24th, 2004 12:35 pmLJ is being a little bitch today?
Anyways, my cyst turned out to be an skin abscess. The first doctor got it completely wrong, wrong diagnosis, wrong prescription, wrong treatment, fucker. I'ma going to get my money back from that jackass, and its not the first time this clinic has got it wrong.
The doctor who had a clue yesterday suspected something more than a cyst. He brought me into the procedure room and shot that sucker to the rim with novocaine, hurt like a mother fucker I'll tell you. Then the novocaine kicked in and things were better. Until the first cut, holy shit that hurt, I had both hands firmly gripped to the table frame and I think I might have bent it slightly. The doctor asked if I needed more novocaine, I figured we were already in mid-operation so I said no, I'll deal with it. But then the pus flowed, the doctor said he got some three shot glasses full out of my back. Then another cut and another, to empty each pocket (a total of five he said). God damn that was painful, then he packed the cuts open to drain, even more painful. But the doctor had a great sense of humor and look looked alot like Walter Mathow. He told me the older I get, the more stuff doctors will want to chop off.
While waiting for the nurse to come by and finish the bandage job, I helped myself to the oxygen tank and inspected all the neat gizmos in the procedure room. Then the doctor hooked me up with some codeine, (ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh ya, love that stuff) and THE PROPER ANTIBIOTIC.
My boss is still calling me a pussy for running to the doctor in the middle of the work day. Oh well, deal with it.
Anyways, my cyst turned out to be an skin abscess. The first doctor got it completely wrong, wrong diagnosis, wrong prescription, wrong treatment, fucker. I'ma going to get my money back from that jackass, and its not the first time this clinic has got it wrong.
The doctor who had a clue yesterday suspected something more than a cyst. He brought me into the procedure room and shot that sucker to the rim with novocaine, hurt like a mother fucker I'll tell you. Then the novocaine kicked in and things were better. Until the first cut, holy shit that hurt, I had both hands firmly gripped to the table frame and I think I might have bent it slightly. The doctor asked if I needed more novocaine, I figured we were already in mid-operation so I said no, I'll deal with it. But then the pus flowed, the doctor said he got some three shot glasses full out of my back. Then another cut and another, to empty each pocket (a total of five he said). God damn that was painful, then he packed the cuts open to drain, even more painful. But the doctor had a great sense of humor and look looked alot like Walter Mathow. He told me the older I get, the more stuff doctors will want to chop off.
While waiting for the nurse to come by and finish the bandage job, I helped myself to the oxygen tank and inspected all the neat gizmos in the procedure room. Then the doctor hooked me up with some codeine, (ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh ya, love that stuff) and THE PROPER ANTIBIOTIC.
My boss is still calling me a pussy for running to the doctor in the middle of the work day. Oh well, deal with it.
