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I wanna know how it turned out for the OP…
The pimple, or finally getting to tickle the catfish?
The worst places for me are places where it hurts too much to pop it. Apologies to my 15 year old self, but I don’t care anymore if its in someplace visible. I can ignore that now, but I can’t ignore one in the upper lip to right behind the ear that I can’t pop no matter what. The lip ones hurt too damn much and the ones behind the ear I can’t see nor get a good grip on.
We had a basset hound, Shelby, who had dozens of these things and eventually had to be put to sleep (at the age of 16) because whatever it was that caused her sebacuous glands to swell to the size of golf balls and then burst, it just went crazy with the poor dog having 20+ of them growing about her body. Previously, about 5-6 years prior, we had 13 of them surgically removed, poor thing.
If I had them I would have, but not that time of the month.
WTF? Now I’m scared. I didn’t lance or pop mine, it popped on its own the other night (and holy hell did it bleed!) but now I’m afraid it’ll get infected.
Goes to scrub vagina
Call me weird if you want, but I find something very satisfying about squeezing a pimple and having one of those solid white “cores”, as you put them, come out.
Am I alone in this?
Holy hell did it bleed is actually a *good *thing. The freely flowing blood cleans it out more than you’d expect, like a flush from the inside. Don’t go crazy scrubbing or you could irritate or cause small tears, and that’s more likely to get infected and start a vicious cycle. Keep it clean, but don’t go nuts.
White cores are the BEST. I keep reading about things with visible hairs stuck in the middle, and I’ve never seen that, though. That sounds uber satisfying. Fingers crossed! 
I had a tick on my areola once a few years ago. I think I was about 18 or 19. Have no idea how it got there, just woke up one morning, went to the bathroom, took my shirt off, and, because I wasn’t wearing my glasses, saw this brownish/blackish blur on my left areola, about a centimeter away from the nipple. I figured it was a zit that had popped overnight and that it was dried crusty blood, but then I touched it and…and…it WIGGLED! Luckily my mom was in the next room so I left the bathroom and told her that I had…something…on my boob, so I lifted up my shirt for her to see. And here’s the worst part: both my mom and I were too freaked out to do anything so my mom called my dad upstairs to remove it. I sat on the toilet with my eyes squeezed shut, while my mom held my shirt over my nipple so my dad couldn’t see it, as my dad plucked the little bugger off with a pair of tweezers.
Needless to say, I was mortified.
This goes to show how morbid/disgusting I am - I mostly lurk and read on this site, but can’t resist making one of my few posts about pimples.
Anyhoo…
When I was about 16 or so, I was taking a shower and noticed a sharp pain in the choad region, i.e. the perenium (sp?) just south of the testicles.
There was a lump there about the size of an almond, and I was very alarmed. I was a pretty naïve and shy kid and was imagining
a) having to show a doctor which
b) would be preceded by having to tell my mom.
My parents weren’t home, in fact I was the only one in the house at the time. After my shower, I was sitting on the edge of my bed in an undignified position as you can imagine, and I decided to give this thing a squeeze to see what the pain threshold was.
You can guess what happened - a spectacular explosion of white and puss and blood. I was so freaking relieved that I almost cried. I’m still baffled to this day that it was able to “grow” there so damn fast in the first place.
Side story - I have a friend who is a chiropractor, and he described once doing work on an older gentleman’s back who had an up-until-then unknown cyst on his back near the spine. This thing was immense and blew apart with no warning, literally spraying the wall and my friend with its contents. Apparently the guy had been in no pain whatsoever and all parties concerned were completely shocked and horrified. It is far and away the worst story I’ve ever heard.
Have you seen the video of folks doing that at home, with what looks like an Xacto knife? Towels and towels full of contents. I alternated between “blech” and Hmmm-- that is just going to close over and refill if they don’t have a doctor do that.
Not at all. I don’t know what is so great about it (I usually get skeeved out by things emerging from holes – that Family Guy where Peter’s hair grows like a Play-Doh machine gives me the vapors) but it is an excellent feeling.
The meat curtains.
A number of times on the auld balzac, including one massive one that momentarily made me think I had a cancerous lump.
It’s threads like this that make me super-thankful for this community. I no longer ever think “This only happens to me … and I can’t share the joy of popping it with anybody.”
I usually get some good ones that are clogged pores or something on the undersides of my breasts in the summer. It might be the only part of summer I kind of look forward to.
The labial lumps might be Bartholin cysts, rather than regular pimples. They’re not uncommon.
As for pimples (etc.) in annoying places, I just got back from seeing the doctor for a sebaceous cyst on my boob, right under where the edge of the bra hits. It’s not as bad as some of the places discussed in this thread, but still bloody awkward.
I’ve had two to nominate here. The first was this earlier year, and I had one on my scrotum roughly the size of a garbanzo bean. Didn’t hurt and found it in the shower, it popped with a very satisfying audible snap and gush of gook. This one fits the WTF? category of ungodly.
The second was ungodly for it’s location and pain: an abcess on the ball of my left foot. I had that sumbitch lanced by a podiatrist twice, and it came back a third time. One day at work, I was walking gingerly down the hall and felt a wierd popping sensation, then I noticed my sock was wet. After a few minutes, it felt a lot better. Because I was at work, I couldn’t really take a look. When I got home, I immediately tried to change the sock, but had a hard time because the ejected pus glued it to my foot. When I got it off finally, there was a large and disgusting green-yellow spot in my sock, and my foot looked normal except for a very small exit wound. The abcess healed up quickly, and has not been back.
Not such a bad place but the size was huge. My entire face was swollen double in size. I looked in the mirror and noticed what looked like a zit on my eyebrow, I barely touched it and it expoded, drained and drained for several minutes. All the swelling went down but I still have a tiny lump on that eyebrow that I have to drain a few months.
Getting the core out does provide a sense of relief. Without it, you just squeeze and squeeze for no result but some blood and lymph and maybe pus. The “pop” gives you an ending, like the job is done.
Right now, I have one of those painful ones on my left inner thigh where my sack rubs against it. No satisfaction from squeezing so I’m carefully leaving it be other than those soft test squeezes where I check to see if maybe it has developed into a burstable state.
I’ve had them in the butt crack, sack and taint before. None of them are fun, but probably the worst one I ever got was right on my face- about half an inch from my mouth on my cheek.
It was apparently some kind of ingrown hair- I think it swelled up, got bright red and popped nastily twice, and on the second one, I noticed a dark spot. Wondering if it might be an ingrown hair, I dug at it with tweezers and got it- it was a dark cylinder about 1/8" long and 1/16" in diameter. Upon further examination, it was 3-4 hairs glued together by some sort of nameless horrible gunk.
Once I finally yanked that thing out, the pimple healed right up.