Great Maker!
that story actualy made me a bit woogy... i mean... damn.. that's not something to take lightly... your head you have literaly Fallen off!
glad that you’re ok though… even though that was a few years ago… there could have been som nasty damage…
oh… who’s next in this little horror story?
Amalthea, that’s almost as good of a story as Broomstick’s…
My wife has Lupus, and takes Prednisone on a regular basis. One of the nastier side effects are fatty tumors that grow in her legs, and every so often, they have to come out. The complications get worse with each round of surgery, and the last one will thrill the zit thread aficionados.
Jane had one the last time somewhere between a baseball and a softball in size, and had it excised. After she got home, she noticed the wound site was warm, and getting progressively harder to the touch. When she was about to pass out from pain, it was very bruised looking, and as distended as before the surgery. For a lot of reasons I won’t go into for brevity, we suspected a bleeder, and not an infection.
We called the surgeon who said to bring her in to the office. He laid her down on the table, took a look, and said, “Yup. You’ve got a bleeder. I’ll have to drain this.”
He took out a hog syringe and a big ol’ needle, and stuck it into the bubble. From the puncture area came a jet of blood that hit the 8’ ceiling, and painted a streak across to the wall 8’ feet away and down to the floor. Her relief was immediate, but she was in the OR 90 minutes later to have 2 arteries cauterized and a drain installed. Even worse, was the infection in the same wound after the drain was pulled a week later, but there were no arcs of pus to report.
I had a bush zit once that exploded all over my panties (which, thankfully, were black). I didn’t even realize it was there until it went boom.
I’ve also had facial zits that were the result of hairs that had been electrolyzed but not completely removed. These will generally, about a week later, turn into a rather nasty recurring zit until the remnant of the hair follicle is completely dug out and removed. I once exploded one of those by brushing past it with my hand, firing bloody pus all over my hand, keyboard, and monitor. While at work.
lee once pulled an inch-long ingrown hair out of my chest, although there was no significant amount of pus or anything associated with that. Still, it was neat.
11 years ago…
I was on medication because I had some skin problems at the time. The medication was making my acne worse, you know, the kind of sadistic medication that makes your condition worse before it gets better. I was very accustomed to getting big zits, but this was different. It didn’t feel like a zit… I had felt a lump on my cheek right next to my nose. It was more swollen than a lump, actually. It was starting to irritate me, so I went to go look at it in the mirror. I figured it couldn’t have been a zit, because I could see pores over the swollen area. I lifted the skin up towards my eye to stretch it out and out of nowhere a thick lump of pus starts falling out of my face. I was shocked… so many things were running through my mind - how did the skin break, what would have happened if I scratched my face in school instead of alone in front of my mirror… The stream was so thick, not only in consistancy, but in width. It had to be a stream about a half an inch wide. I kept pushing down on my face and gobs of pus were coming out of it, I could barely keep up. I can’t remember the exact number, but more than one kleenex was needed for the pus alone. Finally, blood starts to come out, along with a tiny little miniscule hard piece, which I blame for starting the whole thing. It felt kind of like a hard blackhead, but I didn’t go digging through to find the buried treasure.
I can’t remember what happened the next day. If it was sore, or remained swollen, or completely healed. My memory is skewed by the vision of the pus falling out of my face from some imaginary hole. I still can’t explain it.
Pulau Tiga, you should avoid renting the movie ‘Poltergeist’. Trust Me. :eek:
They either pop themselves or they just heal up and go away. I know because I had a big nasty one on my back last week, and my husband is a wussy and would not pop it for me. It’s gone now.
While in Korea I saw several people wearing shirts that said, in beautiful swoopy machine-embroidered letters, World Famous Abscess. I’m thinking there might be more than one person on this board who would love to get their hands on one of these shirts.
Finally, I have one worthy of reporting.
I have a very advanced case of Dunlop’s Disease, and I sometimes get festered hairs in the crease under my gut. For the last month, I’ve had one that’s been a minor irritation.
About 2 AM this morning, the dog gets me up to take her outside, and I realized through my sleepfog that the hotspot was very sore. We wander out, and while she’s doing her thing, I start feeling around, and find a skin bubble much like I get when I have thigh zits.
Gave it a pinch; nothing. Damn. Maybe I didn’t get good placement, so I line up and try again. Added pain, but no pop. I’m getting close.
The dog is done laying landmines, and wants in because it’s cold. We start back for the door, and I give it one last try. I must be doing it right, because it hurts something awful as I squeeze, and I can feel tissue tearing as I pinch. Splort, and I feel wetness in my hand. My fingers are covered in watery looking blood, and there’s a nice little core about the size of a broken-off pencil point.
OK, that one wasn’t very exciting or too gross, but at the ripe old age of 42 with geezerdom quickly approaching, you take what you get…
ROPY BABY DOPER BOOGER
ROPY BABY DOPER BOOGER
ROPY BABY DOPER BOOGER
I thought the phrase was Zeeky Boogy Doog!
Loren had these as well. I kinda thought it was at least partially vernix. I was able to just place the qtip up against the ROPY BABY DOPER BOOGER and twirl. It was sticky enough to stick and draw right out wrapping around the qtip. She wiggled and kinda shuddered and rubbed her nose.
Ah ha! Ropy Dopy Baby Boogers are obviously “normal” then! Still very satisfying.
Hokkaido Husband had a most wonderful blackhead somewhere Unmentionable the other day. I managed to pin him down long enough to GET it! Ha! Well worth the three-day sulks that followed.
He said “You are the most disgusting wife in the world.”
and I said, “Thank you.”
MY husband doesn’t have the mempry required for three day sulks. Also He realizes on an intelectual level that a multitude of 1 cm to 3 cm pus filled nodules on hs inner thighs will recur if I don’t do routine patrols. These often start as largish pimples with a very fine very long ingrown hair. By the time they develope into hard nodules the hair mostly rots.
Once when beginning a bj I noticed a red angry zit on the top of his penis. It had sunk onto his bush when soft and grown undetected for no more than a day to be about 1 cm across. He was torn when I asked him If I could attack it. I said fine, with any luck, it will go deep enough to get to the other side. He finally let me. I pierced it with a beading needle to relieve pressure and squeezed. Out popped a mass of puss and left a weeping hole about 5mm deep.
As a teenager, I usually have moderate acne, but i dont usually actually get pimples. however occasionally i get a pimple that sprouts up on the edge of my lip. for some reason, these always grow enourmous and white, making them incredibly conspicuous. most people who see it think that it is a bit of food hanging off of my lip. to make it worse, these pimples make it so that it hurts when i stretch my lips in any way, making it impossible to smile and ruining my day if i have it.
so, the second one of these sprouts up, i eliminate it, usually by poking it with something sharp and squeezing every last drop of the half-blood, half-yellow ooze mixture that resided in it. a disgustingly huge amount of this comes out almost every time. its disgusting.
Since I’ve gone back on the pill recently, I’ve gotten a couple of whoppers on my back. You know the ones. You can see them, huge ripe and ready to satisfyingly splort thier oozy goodness if you could just get a hold of the little bastards, but they stay just enticingly out of reach. Thankfully my best friend is a picker and squeezer like myself, and takes great joy in helping me out on occasion. The last one I had caused her to spout, “Oh yeaaaah that’s a good one! Look at it go!”
I still regret that I couldn’t watch.
For some reason, I also get a strange joy out of slowly peeling the post-sunburn loose skin off of myself and anyone that will let me. Does anyone else like this?
~Alexx
My husband used to have a couple of really dependable Motherlode Pores on his back. I say he USED to have them. I have been diligently cleaning them out for some years now, and the pores have been getting shallower and smaller in diameter, and it seems that they have completely run dry. Woe is me. I guess I did too good a job on cleaning them out. He also had a smaller Motherlode Pore on his right temple, but again I seem have mined the last blackhead from it.
He still gets zits occasionally, and he has plenty of ingrown hairs, but I had always thought that I could COUNT on those Motherlode Pores for periodic entertainment. Woe is me!
Alexxandra said
I worked with a woman once… first time I met her… Im the Registered Nurse reading report to my two care aides on night shift. This woman reaches over and starts peeling my sunburn off my flaking arms. (okay to be fair it did look like I had peices of wax paper hanging off me like a monitor with too many post-it notes)
Now, I love all things icky, (squeeze cheese desicated eye pus, things like that) but even I draw the line at peeling a “just met” co-workers sunburn flakes…
I did ask her not to touch. She was offended, and honestly it was about 2 years before we worked together comfortably.
The weirdest thing is otherwise she is very formal, kind of iceberg type person (and not just to me) But I guess to her sunburn peeling doesnt require permission?
Lynn, would it help if you let his pores rest undisturbed for a few months so that they can fill back up again? Also, cultivate the ingrown hairs; you never know when one of those will erupt like Mount St. Helens.
Oh, it’s been months since his Motherlode Pores have actually had blackheads in them. The thing is, after gently removing blackheads by tweezing them out, the pores relax and grow smaller and shallower once they’re not constantly distended from having huge oil deposits in them. This is sort of a good news/bad news situation. I’ve also had the pores on my nose get smaller and shallower, because I’ve been very diligent about removing blackheads as soon as they appear.
And my daughter is taking an antibiotic for her skin, which means that she’s not getting zits on her back for me to pop. I am deprived, I tell you!
I was washing dishes when I was a kid and dropped a casserole dish. It broke and glass went everywhere. I cleaned it all up and wondered at the fact that I didn’t get cut.
Well, as the weeks went by, the side of my foot started hurting and I noticed a little hard lump. I squeezed, but nothing happened. A little more time went by, and the lump hurt even worse and started turning black. I knew this wasn’t good, so I decided to fix it, not mater how bad it hurt. I squeezed and squeezed until finally it popped and a piece of glass popped out. It healed right up after that.
Ever since Halloween, I’ve had a chronic problem with pain in my left foot, on the toe end of the arch behind the big toe. There was a painful sensation I described as what you would feel immediately after standing on a marble for five minutes. It wasn’t always there, and would generally respond to Aleve after taking it for a day or two.
I had a get aquainted appointment with a new doctor mid-January, and I mentioned it in passing. He took a look, and told me that I had a bump down there, and I should see a podiatrist if it got to be too much. About a week after I saw him, my bump acted up and wouldn’t go away.
I saw the podiatrist this morning, and it was, ummm, interesting. Not a plantar wart, as I suspected, but an abcess.
“You’ve got a little abcess. I’m going to trim some skin away. It won’t hurt.” He pulls out some very ugly looking knives that look a lot like X-Acto carving tools.
“OK. I’ll tell you now that I’m a chickenshit (exact words, BTW). Blood is OK so long as it’s not my own.”
“Very well.” and he starts.
Won’t hurt, my ass. He poked and dug, and I didn’t see a thing through my clenched eyes. Add a few "Oh, shit!"s from me, and an “eeeww, yuck!” from him, and the abcess was drained. It went quite well for him because he had good access when I was hanging from the ceiling.
“I didn’t find any foreign bodies when I drained it. I think we’ll take some X-rays just to make sure.” You sadistic bastard. First you cut open my foot without any numbing, and now you’re going to make me walk on it.
Nothing was found, and he said the typical cause of the type of abcess I had is a hair or sliver of metal. I’ll blame the dog for it, because I have a boxer with stiff fur.
Six hours later, the pain is a mere shadow of what I went through, so I guess it’s worth it.