So, yesterday, I went to have a mysterious cyst track (located on my upper ass no less!) removed because it was getting chronically infected. As if the shots of lidocaine weren’t bad enough, I had to smell my own flesh burning when they cauterized the area. It was also rather unpleasant to feel the doctor threading and stitching my skin together and to feel the blood drip down my side every time he pulled. Currently, I’m walking around with a 10cm long stitch on ass that keeps pulling but I feel great because I’m on a very lovely narcotic painkiller that gives me euphoira, numbness, and delayed reactions.
In other news, some nasty ass bastard coughed over my Sprite at work so now I can’t drink it, but I can’t really feel anger right now. Or any of my digits for that matter.
