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Hurtin....

Sunday night, I was still sportin my Christmas goatee... mostly, out of laziness. I mean you know how it is... it's over break no responsibilities might as not shave just so that's one last thing. THen of course, I return home and my cool girl says I'm "so hot" with the goatee so I keep it cause if she's happy then you know I am.

Ladies I understand you not wanting to shave your legs.... I freak out tackling my face I can't imagine a 2 foot leg.

S the goatee, I must admit is looking good until Sunday, as I was saying when I noticed a little lump the size of a marble. So I trim off the beard and it doesn't look good. But I like 10 years ago has a cyst growing on my face and I thought that maybe I could wait until my insurance clicks in on Feb 1. *note to anyone stalking me, wait to drive the shiv in my side until then*

So the next I wake up around 1, as is my way on days when I'm in at 5, and it's twice the size it was before and now it's a little sore. After a refreshing shower I hop in the car stop into work to show then the chew I'm dippin' and they send me to the local clinic. Well this ends up taking a good hour and by three o 'clock there no longer accepting walk-ins.

"But I have a thing on my face." I say, dead pan.

NO jokester this recpetionist. "Yes," she says in that gruff but polite voice that only a receptionist can get away with it. "We have an opeing at 11:45."

"I'll take it."

I'm popping aspirin like crazy now cause it hurts. SO I'm at work and when people ask I just explain that it's the third eyeball growing out of my jaw. Better to keep track of what I'm eating. No one buys it. I think it's funny. And Kristen pleads, "stop, it's not that bad."

"This is my defense mechinism. When I'm a bit worried about things I joke about them."

By the end of the night... it's bigger. I'm eating a hamburger. I explain my worry is now doubled by the fact I'm probably feeding it. It will only get bigger.
"Stop," Kristen tries. I can't help it, babe.

Next day, doctor's office. There's a couple of blog's here. What I'll say is that sitting in the office you ever look at somebody and think, wow, they need a doctor... only to realize *I'M THAT GUY*

I'm getting some stares. I continue freehandedly writing this.

******WARNING IT GETS A LITTLE GROSS HERE, PEOPLE LIKE ken SHOULD LOOK AWAY.*************

In the doc's office, she comes and with a great bedside manner. She's amazed it won't pop. Infected pimple. She grabs a needle and starts poking at it. Just a little puss. Now she starts squeezing it and I'm deep breathing. It's still not really popping. "Well, I amazed." When you freak out a doctor, you kow you're in trouble.

****END grossness*****

It's like Jerry Seinfeld said. You never want to get an operation where you're in one of those auditoriums that's also an OR. You never want them to do anything to you where other doctor's are saying, "I gotta see that."

I get a scrip for anti-biotics. I'm taking them.

Like still sicks, but more on that tomorrow.

Matt

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Posted by matty at January 13, 2005 12:18 AM