The R.A.N III Experience

Surgery Is Fun!

Ever since middle school I’ve had a small dime-sized cyst on my chest, barely noticable unless of course your grabbing my chest, then you could feel it under the skin. Last week I noticed this small cyst was not so small anymore, in fact, it was growing daily. So I talked to the doc and he told me it looked infected so he gave me some antibiotics. Saturday, it looked like there was a golf ball under the skin of my chest, lovely eh? The antibiotics were not working. Monday, the doc told me to come in the next day to get it removed. Tuesday, I went in and had this thing excised. I asked the doctor if it was going to ooze puss, he told me, “The goal is to not cut it, that almost never happens. If I do cut it, it won’t ooze puss, it’ll spray puss.” A lovely thought going into this little procedure. Anyway, after a few minutes he had this massive thing out of my chest (I’ll spare you the details on what it looked like because he showed me and I’ll say it was one of the nastiest things I’ve ever seen). Unfortunately, he then tells me that he can’t stitch me up. Since this thing was so large and infected if he stitches me it will turn into an abscess and get infected again. I now spend the first 30-40 minutes of my day changing the dressing on this thing. That involves shoving packing guaze (1/2 inch thick strips of gauze) soaked in a iodine-type liquid (he calls the stuff a “nuclear bomb for bacteria) into this cavity in my chest. I know, I know, you’re jealous. I then repeat this process in the evening. Hopefully in a few weeks enough healing happens inside the hole that I can get some stitches to start getting the overall wound healed up because I’m pretty sure this thing isn’t going to help me with the ladies. Wanna come back to my apartment and check out the quarter-sized open wound on my chest? HOT! If you want to see what it looks like I did put some pictures in the gallery, I’m warning you, it’s graphic, I mean it IS a hole in my chest.