What Goes In…

** not for the faint of heart ** Make sure you read this entry, first. After a restless sleep, I’ve just been awakened by the…

by j. brotherlove

Make sure you read this entry, first.

After a restless sleep, I’ve just been awakened by the sharpest pain.

I felt my infected “breast” and realized that it had swelled even more as I attempted to sleep. I stumbled into the bathroom and saw an engorged and reddened B cup. Good lord, this sucker was big. I noticed a white substance on the tip of my nipple which I rubbed off.

Then I stood frozen with utter disgust and fascination as my nipple shot a crimson stream onto the bathroom wall and mirror. [“Ohmigod, Mike is going to kill me.”] Wave after wave of thick, pus-filled blood flowed freely from my nipple, after that. [“This doesn’t look good at all.”]

And just as I gave some thought to bleeding to death, it stopped.

Having used all of the available bath tissue in my bathroom, I retrieved a partial roll from the guest bathroom and ran into Prime at the top of the stairs, who asked if I knocked on his and EJ’s bedroom door.

“No… But, I may need you. I have to call the advice nurse because, this thing just burst and I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. I think it’s both.”

The advice nursed instructed me to wash the area with warm water and antibacterial soap and then dress it. She also booked me an appointment to see a “provider” who will further assess the situation in the morning. When I asked if this was a good thing or not, she said:

“Well. Obviously, we want the infection out of your body and that’s essentially what the surgeon is going to do. Drain it.”

Surgeon? I don’t need no stinkin’ surgeon! Did I ever reveal my desire to be one of those efficiency experts who is hired by companies to trim down wasteful operations and expenditures?

Geezus… More to come, I assure you. By the way, it feels so much better, now.

That link don’t even work!

Ok, I need to breathe because I’m eating breakfast while reading your thing.. lord.. you sho’ got some words.

I’m glad I waited to eat breakfast before reading your entry.

hang in there sweetie. who could have thought such a thing was possible. damn spiders!

Lawd ha’ mercy!!!!

wow. euuuwww! ouch.

i’m glad it’s better now…whew. but yeah, why do you need a surgeon to “drain” it when it looks like your body has just done that?? the bastids….

Oh J. Hope the doctor appointment goes well. I can’t even imagine how painful that um condition is.

Oh, dear! I’d get a surgeon, stat. Your lack of desire for efficiency experts notwithstanding, you might-could need it. Please hang in there, boo.

um. ow. OWOWOW.

ok, well, if it were me, careless, careless me, i’d skip the surgeon and believe in my body’s ability to heal itself. however, never listen to me, i spew bad advice like pus from a … nevermind.

advice nurses have to say stuff like that.

You’re making my nipples hurt, mayn.

get it fixed, yo!

by the by, the tweaked design is all kinds of delicious. Now that I’m thinking about changing up again, I’m collecting all these things I need to steal from folks…many will come from here.

Ow. Ow. Ow.

Yeah, get it drained. Don’t mess around with your nipple! You’d look funny if it fell off. ;)

Sending you get well vibes from America’s Heartland!

wow. sorry i missed this. are you better now? please say yes.

Yeah J. You can’t just leave us all hanging. Are you on the mend?

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