What was your most satisfying body lesion to pop?

In My Humble Opinion
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SpouseO had a huge back pimple - about the size of a dime (which, for me, is big). It started to hurt him, and tho’ he didn’t want to (I don’t know if he knows about my obsession for pimple popping), he asked me if I could pop it for him. I think he didn’t really want to ashame my delicate sensibilities :wink: but it hurt so much that he asked.

It was grand - lots of pus and some blood came out. I do believe there was the snake-like matter, as well. He stopped me because, tho’ I was gentle (it’s kind of hard to poke and prod another person, because you don’t know how much force to use), it was starting to hurt a little. But he felt better afterwards.

I was suprised and delighted when he asked me to mine it again the next night! :smiley:

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I love the phrase “zit chambers.”

One of my best lesions was a combination ingrown hair/zit that appeared near the, uh, “female area” a few months ago. I noticed some serious itching one day; being concerned, I headed to the bathroom to check it out. I found a pea-sized, slightly pink lump. It didn’t have a head to it, and there were no hairs visible either coming out of it or just under the surface of the skin. It sure was itchy though, so I gave it a slight squeeze. After a small burst of pain, a little column of shiny, semi-solid material began rising out of the lump. It was nearly 1/4 of an inch tall when it finally broke off. A few more squeezes produced some clear liquid and a bit of blood. I was left with a tiny crater in the skin; however, I could see something still left inside the lump. I tackled the lump again with a sterilized safety pin and tweezers, finally managing to get the end of a hair to emerge from the crater. I grasped it with the tweezers, and was quite shocked when I pulled out a hair that had coiled in on itself about three or four times.

Unfortunately, I had stayed in the bathroom too long, and Mom was concerned:
Mom: [banging on door] Are you sick? Do you have an upset stomach?
JP: No!
M: What are you doing in there?
JP: Removing an ingrown hair, Mom!
M: Why is the door closed?
JP: Uh…
M: Oh. It’s down…
JP: Yeah.
M: Huh. Your father gets those too.

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I just had one, so I have a fresh story for you lovely folks.

On Sunday, my left earlobe started to inflate. By the end of the day, it was jutting out at an odd angle, and it was very swollen and purpley-red. Not to mention painful to the touch. I tried hot compresses to bring it to a head, but no dice. On Wednesday, I started to feel some pain below my ear, on my actual neck, so I decided that medical attention was needed.

I went to the doctor right after lunch on Wednesday. He looked, he gently prodded, and admiringly said, “Yeah, that’s gotta go.” Diagnosis: infected sebaceous cyst. So we went into a small room, where I stretched out on a chair near a small steel table of various instruments, including a scalpel.

First, the lidocaine went it. This meant a shot, which wasn’t too bad, but MAN, did that make my ear feel even more painfully distended and grossly full. Then, he made the cut.

Because he approached it from the back of my ear, I didn’t get to see the results. Suffice to say that the doctor and the nurse were both profoundly impressed. Apparently, the first “gush” hit two walls behind the doc. The nurse laughed and said, “Glad I wasn’t standing there!” The doc squoze out the rest of the gunk (there was a satisfying “double crack” when the heart was squeezed free). Then, he packed my earlobe with a thin strip of gauze soaked in betadine (I think). This was the only part that made me woozy; I don’t know if you’ve ever had cloth packed inside your pliant skin, but the sensation is unpleasant.

So now I’m much better. I’m on Keflex for the infection, and the ear has healed dramatically. It almost looks completely normal again.

And that, dear listener, is my “Mother of All Zits” story.

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Not sure if this was a zit or not, but I just had this huge something on my back drain. I thought it might be an irritation started by my bra strap, then I thought it might have been a bite of some sort because it swelled up. Finally, one morning, I sat up in the bathtub after my bath and noticed some rust-red ooze on the wall of the tub. I looked at my back in the mirror, pressed on the lesion a bit and was rewarded with a stream of the same gunk. I packed it with Neosporin and gauze and went to the health center. The doctor wasn’t in, but when one nurse has to call the other nurse in to take a look, it can’t be good. I left with Keflex and Motrin and instructions to keep it moist and covered.

Suffice it to say, Airman couldn’t look at it without getting grossed out. It’s cleared up nicely and mostly just itches like hell now.

I think it might have been a festering bite or something. We’ve still had the random mosquito, but I don’t think we have spiders.

Robin

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I want to suggest that EVERYONE read the thread Bricker pointed to.

Broomstick’s ‘saga’ is worth the price of admission, I promise you.

Also, my story is in there. :wink:

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A few weeks ago I managed to roll over on a soldering iron while working on my car. It hurt like hell, but after a couple of hours it didn’t really bother me so bad. When I went to shower later in the evening, I noticed that I had a black circle burned into my upper arm. I decided to just keep it clean and put some neosporin on it occasionally and let it heal up.

After about a week I was playing around with what was now a scab the size of a quarter, it itched, and I scratched. It didn’t hurt, and I noticed it kinda coming up around the edges, so I figured it might be time to do a little picking.

I took my index finger and literally poked it, not too much pressure, just to see if it would hurt…And from the raised up edge of the scab poured a stream of stinky bright green pus…it was abosolutely disgusting- I couldn’t stop poking. It took me about fifteen minutes to finally squeeze it all out, I had a paper towel completely saturation with the stuff. Now it is just a boring little scab, no more pus :frowning:

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Holy smokes

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Let’s up the ante, shall we?

Last year my cat went two or three rounds with a grey squirrel which ended in a draw (well, *technically *i though the fight went to Merlyn by TKO when the contender fled the ring). Merlyn, the victor on paper came in with a good sized bite wound just earward of his right eye. As a black DSH it was pretty hard to tell he had any trouble at all except for a small welted puncture wound.

After a couple days, during a staring contest, I noticed the welt had grown a bit and the wound itself was raised almost above the furline. He let me prod it a bit and it oozed some pus. For a week or so we had a morning & nightly ritual of squeezing & peroxiding. He would actually approach me and lead me to the bathroom where this went on…expect a lengthy and self-indulgent “My Cat” thread when he finally kicks off. It was wonderful. While he’d sit there in my lap & purr, I’d be working copious quantities of evil-smelling yogurt, sometimes pink, at other times yellow, and sometimes white turning to yellow turning to pink & blood, out of his wound. A little neosporin and he was back in the yard stalking smaller game.

The vet received him when one evening I was approached, not by a cat, but by a cat’s body with a black, hairy canteloupe in place of a head. It seems the infection finally took hold and his whole face had blossomed. With some antibiotics and a couple days he came back as tough as ever. Vet said I done good…for someone who didn’t know what infections were capable of.

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OK, I was wondering if I should share this story at the SDMB, and then this thread showed up at the top of IMHO - a clear sign! It’s not strictly a popping story, but it is certainly satisfying to me to be rid of the thing.

A few months ago, I noticed a bump on the inside of one of my outer labia. It was close enough to the pink/white demarcation that I figured it was an ingrown hair. Periodically I would poke, squeeze, or even occasionally excavate with splinter tweezers, but never found anything. The lesion sometimes grew and got pressurized, and if squeezed would bleed copiously, but no pus or hair or anything. Then it would subside somewhat. Finally I asked my husband to work on it, but he couldn’t find a hair either.*

So I finally went to my GP. She said, “I don’t know what that is, and that means it needs to come off.” She sent me to the OB/GYN to have it removed.

Here I must pause to say that doctors are a little disingenous when they say not to mess with lesions. For, in an effort to identify this thing, what was the first thing the P.A. did? Why, she slit it open with a scalpel and sqeezed!

Anyway, she declared it “solid,” and theorized it was a mole, and with my authorization proceeded to remove it. Since it was small enough to be completely removed in such a manner, she did a punch biopsy (if you want the full gross factor, make sure you scroll down to the pictures).

Now I have a perfectly circular crater there, which is currently attempting to heal by growing a slimy half-skin, half-pus kind of material over the hole.
*And he’s not one of us. I was laughing reading this thread, and when he asked, I said, “I’m reading a thread on zit-popping . . .” and he interrupted, “Never mind, stop talking!”

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I have had no impressive pus accumulations, in my whole life. I’m just posting in this thread to say that I followed Bricker’s link, to the thread with Broomstick’s story in it. Everybody, if you enjoy this thread, you must read it. It was the first time in my life I have actually laughed till I cried–not till my eyes watered, but till suddenly I was sobbing. It’s powerful stuff.