This Cyst Was A Big Gooey Mess!


This Cyst Was A Big Gooey Mess!

I knew something was wrong when the small bump on my back started growing at an alarming rate. At first, it was just a minor inconvenience—something I could ignore. But within weeks, it had become tender, swollen, and an ominous shade of red.

Reluctantly, I scheduled an appointment with my doctor. As soon as he saw it, his eyebrows shot up. “Looks like a sebaceous cyst,” he said. “It’s probably filled with keratin and sebum. We’ll have to drain it.”

The thought made my stomach churn, but I had no choice. Lying face down on the examination table, I felt a cold antiseptic wipe across my skin. “You’ll feel a small pinch,” the doctor warned before injecting the anesthetic. Within minutes, I was numb.

Then came the incision. A small slice and—oh, the horror! I heard an audible squelch as thick, yellowish-white goo began oozing out. The smell hit me next, an unholy mix of old cheese and something far worse.

The nurse gasped. “Wow, that’s a lot,” she murmured. The doctor, unfazed, squeezed the cyst like a ketchup packet. More gunk erupted, splattering onto the gauze he held.

By the time he was done, I felt pounds lighter. “That was a big one,” he said with a grin. He packed the open cavity with sterile gauze and bandaged me up. “Should heal just fine.”

As I left the clinic, a strange sense of relief washed over me. The cyst was gone, and so was the pain. But the sheer mess of it all? That was something I would never forget.