aaahhh'ight. word is the lump/cyst is still liquidy. so i'm all then just break out your scaple and slice the friggin' bump and squeeze the shit out.
doc says, "um no, i don't do that..." i guess because it is still liquidy it is ok. so the doc says. so if i am a hunch back with a bag of cyst hanging off my back i will sue... yeah whatever.
i'm all in my head, "but like you're a doctor."
i gotta get with the plastic surgeon and the dermatologist to deal with it because it is cosmetic surgery.
going to the friggin' doc is lame. the doc couldn't even see it against my plale flesh. i'm all dude. it is like an inch big. it is right next to my left shoulder blade. points furtively.
so there may be cutting and then because there will be copious amounts of blood there will be burning. cauterizing that is. friggin' bbq j for the cosmetics of lump removal. i'm gonna make an apt with my doc which takes a couple three months to get and see wtf...
the throat swab should decide tomorrow if i have strep throat or some gnary asophogus mold or whatever that is making my shit burn. i guess i gotta stop giving so much head at work.
so subarachnoid was beautiful. it was fucking cool in 12 galaxies. too bad it was too short for me.
kung fu hustle was rad. i was fucking rolling. my eyes cried i was laughing so hard. you have to go and i will go again. that is all.
doc says, "um no, i don't do that..." i guess because it is still liquidy it is ok. so the doc says. so if i am a hunch back with a bag of cyst hanging off my back i will sue... yeah whatever.
i'm all in my head, "but like you're a doctor."
i gotta get with the plastic surgeon and the dermatologist to deal with it because it is cosmetic surgery.
going to the friggin' doc is lame. the doc couldn't even see it against my plale flesh. i'm all dude. it is like an inch big. it is right next to my left shoulder blade. points furtively.
so there may be cutting and then because there will be copious amounts of blood there will be burning. cauterizing that is. friggin' bbq j for the cosmetics of lump removal. i'm gonna make an apt with my doc which takes a couple three months to get and see wtf...
the throat swab should decide tomorrow if i have strep throat or some gnary asophogus mold or whatever that is making my shit burn. i guess i gotta stop giving so much head at work.
so subarachnoid was beautiful. it was fucking cool in 12 galaxies. too bad it was too short for me.
kung fu hustle was rad. i was fucking rolling. my eyes cried i was laughing so hard. you have to go and i will go again. that is all.
doctors can be so frustrating. i respect them for all the schooling and everything they've done, but, damn, if they aren't disappointing most of the time.