I forgot about my sinuses. Now, sinusitis isn’t exactly weird or unusual, but the amount and magnitude of problems I’ve had with mine is.
I had recurrent sinus infections for years, especially in college. I was having them on a nearly monthly basis–and if untreated, they tended to spread to my lungs and evolve into bronchitis, or, on one occasion, pneumonia. After years, of dealing with this, my nurse practitioner got fed up and sent me for an MRI. What it showed was apparently remarkable. She told me “I have never seen so many things wrong in one CAT scan.” (I assume she meant in sinuses.) I had cysts in the ethnoid sinuses, a huge polyp in the left maxillary sinus, a severely deviated septum, a large bone spur growing off the septum (that essentially closed off the right sinus cavities; even my untrained eye could see how obviously malformed and narrow they were–the doctors were surprised I could breathe out of my right sinus at all!), and cysts in the right maxillary sinus. Surgery was scheduled, and what was planned to be a 2-hour procedure turned into 4 hours as they was even more to discover once they went in: a second cyst blocking the tear duct/drainage area of the left maxillary, and a completely missing mucosal membrane in the right sinus. They had to make one, however that is done!
Oh, and as far as the “new asshole,” that’s not exactly it. The cyst presented itself as a divot about 5" above the anus, deep enough to put the tip of my pinky in. Apparently, the way these cysts work is they start in one place, then slowly make a trail until they reach the skin surface. Yeah, it was gross, but it wasn’t obvious, painful, or too foul–it was too small to be. However, it did require cutting out that trail, all 5" of it. It just missed the rectal wall.
And Omni, all I have to show for it is a bright pink scar in my crack. It takes effort to see it, and you’re most certainly not going to.
The cyst wasn’t particularly visible when it was there, anyway. And patting me on the ass–not that I’m a fan of you doing that, anyway–is no problem as it’s about 8" below the surgery site.
The worst part of that cyst is I waited nearly 2 years to see a doctor about it. Can you imagine? I was so humilated and ashamed of my body I was afraid to see someone (meanwhile, I just watched myself for other symptoms; when none arose, it was just easier to do nothing). The surgery was certainly humiliating–my butt cheeks were taped wide open–and the doctor had a horrible bedside manner. I was so ashamed I started crying. When a more sympathetic nurse asked why (the doctor was actually annoyed I was crying!), I told her “It’s just a little humiliating.” She comforted me a little and reassured me, “This is nothing. Wait until you’re giving birth.” We chuckled, and I felt better.