I had this pimpleboilcyst (which is actually only a cyst!) on my lower back, like, right on the top of my butt (or as they call it in science-world, a "buttocks"), right.
It was there for like a week, and it like, hurt really bad. And because of it's location, sitting on it made it feel even worse. #plasticchairsatschool
. I also had a fever from it since it was infected, and I felt like death!
So I went to the gosh-darn doctor's, and they gosh darn, dangit, they saucin' STABBED ME and gosh darn drained the cyst nugget and I was like "Holy chicken sausages mang why are you do this why didn't you hit me with a chicken-fried pan or something"
But gosh darn
they gave me all these dr0gs that I have to take now, and I'm on like 1000mg of Tylenol and 600mg of ideprophen. And then I have to take these like, things so I don't get more infected.
17 and healthie.
I got out of skool todei (yyeyy) and I'mma decide if I wanna go to school tomorrow, since like, I might die.
OH YEAH, and funny thing. Funny thing. After the STABBING, the nurse came in and gave me my dr0gs, and she was like, "Watz yo name and wen wer u born dawg"
And I just sat there for a second, like, that's the hardest question ever, why'd she ask that.
But I answered my name, and then I was saying my date of birth, and I was like, "Uhh. Juli twentie sekund, two thousand..." and she just looked at me like "oзo"
So I was all "OH YEEEEE 1111999999977."
Everything was sweeeell.
THEN WEN I GAWT HOME, my mom told me that she asked that question in order to see how there I was after the surgery thing.
Apparently I was not "in my right mind" or something >:I Gosh darn surgery induced insanity alweis gits meh.
But the doctor said something about going to see a surgeon. If I do have to get BRUTALLY STABBED AND MASSACRED again, I'm going to ask if they can, like, not have me alive during the thing. Because it was terrible.
What I recommend to you guys is that you never get any kind of skin problem ever.
Ever ever ever ever.
But that's been my life for the past few days y'all.
JUST THOUGHT YOU GUYS SHOULD BE INFORMED ABOUT MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCES SINCE THAT'S WHAT THE INTERNET IS FOR I SUPPOSE.
I'm also really bored. Ghushpuppy confesses: I know a lot of people take me too seriously when I say "I might die," and they get kind of worried or shocked instead of laughing at it, but I still say it on the off-chance people might understand that I mean "put in a mildly to severely uncomfortable position, either emotional or physical, by doing anything."