I let a Mexican man touch my crotch and now it's burning.
Actually, the Mexican in question was a doctor. Lanced, cut and stuffed a cyst-turned-abscess in my groin. Dude, this sssuuuucks.
I've had the cyst for a couple of years. Occasionally I'd apply a warm compress to it in the hopes it'd go away; but never got too big or painful so didn't give it much thought.
Then a couple weeks ago I ran a half-marathon and a day later it's like I'm growing a third nut in a second sack right next to the original. I mean it got big quick.
Went to see a dermatologist, and he and his female nurse studied it intently. "Oh yeah, that needs to come out. We'll schedule you for a 45 minute surgery. No big deal." So I go to the front desk to schedule the surgery, and they say come back in a month.
WTF?! One hour of the doctor's time is worth 744 hours of pain and suffering for me!? Bullshit.
So today I went and hit up the doc-in-a-box and he took care of it via the lance/drain/stuff method. I swear I've got 10 ft of gauze jammed in there. Hang me from a tree and hit me w/ a broom b/c dude stuffed me like a damn piņata.
Is this kind of stuff what happens when you start getting old? I figure some of you on here should know.
I know a lot of you have been through worse medical experiences, hell, I have been myself, but its been quite a while for me. It was kind of a reminder/wakeup of how miserable life can be even when something relatively small affects your health.
So, best wishes in GOOD HEALTH for all of you and yours out there in the JD. And if you are having issues, know I'm pulling for you to get through it. ...even if I won't be able to pull myself for a while.