What-ho!
So the second visit to the doctor, how'd it go? Spledidly. The doctor checked my incredibly painful boil by poking it. Which hurt. Alot. And then decided, in the beat of a heart, that he was going to pop that bad boy. So we changed room and he brought out the scalpel! A few seconds later he had cut it and was busy getting all that disgusting goo from it. Then he put something in there to keep it open so that all that was left in there could find its way out. While he was puting that drainthingy in there he said "Right about now people usually complain about the pain...". As he said that I thought to myself "NO SHIT SHERLOCK!". Man o man that hurt. Imagine someone cutting up something that has been hurting for days and keeping you in bed 'cause you've been unable to sit, stand or walk (or lie on your back) 'cause it's been hurting so much and then he puts something in there. Hooray for me and my poor arse!
Going back there in a while to get that thingy out of there. And what a relief it will be. I wonder if it'll hurt as much as getting it in there... If I only I could go there drunk. That would so make my day.
Over and out
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