Getting Cut Up (Literally)

It is really true when people say the Chinese proverb of 针不刺到肉不知痛 , aka "It doesn't hurt one when the pain is not inflicted upon oneself".

I got cut up yesterday for a sebaceous cyst on my back that has been minding its own business all the while, until Sunlout made it rear its ugly head.  Actually it wasn't ugly as per say; eyewitnesses reported a red bulging surface that looked a little angry but nonetheless quite smooth.  It was so angry, I couldn't do any shoulder blade crunching movements without squealing like a pig to the slaughter.

I also realised halfway through the surgery that I should have minded my own business and not went online to research excessively on how the surgery was to be performed.  It is seriously not for the faint-hearted, nor the chicken-hearted (I registered for both, btw). 

Having opted for the minimal excision method (also known as the drainage method), I was cut up around 1 cm (or so the doc claims, I don't really want to know actually).  I felt a lot of pulling, tugging, shoving, squeezing and pushing, and the sound of a really scary equipment that probably was holding my skin apart.  I knew myself well enough to leave the imagining for post-surgery, cos I would probably faint on the spot if I saw what was going on.  Just as well that the not-so-little bugger was on my back and I couldn't see anything going on at all.

It was all over in around 15min.  The doctor asked me if I was dizzy when he finished, and I happily replied no.  I asked to see the contents drained, but the doctor solemnly informed me he felt it was better for me not to see it.  Of course I heeded his professional advice (but could not help sneak a peek at the contents in the kidney shaped metal bowl, ehehe).  Anyway I only saw the rim of the bowl as it was carried away, and as far as I am concerned, all I saw were blood soaked gauzes (and I mean soaked!).

Now there is a piece of gauze stuffed into the crater left behind by the drained bugger and I will have to get someone to help me pull it out later.  Doc says it will not hurt (he claims la!) but I wouldn't know until I test it out myself.  I am actually kinda relieved that I do not need to yank it out myself.  It is not exactly a delicious prospect. 

For the sake of the uninitiated, I will not post a pic here for posterity.  If I change my mind, I'll let you know.

Moral of the story no.1: Don't be repugnant and laugh at people for freaking out at minor surgery or anything that involves cutting yourself up.  You'll be just an evil bastard and karma will come your way.

Moral of the story no.2: Ever thought of all the little animals being cut up for your food everyday, how they are not even given anesthetic to numb their pain?  How they have to face the horror of their impending violent death?

Outwit, Outplay. Outlast - Survivor

This curious grass blooms at least 1 flower in the morning everyday with sun exposure and can survive happily after being cut and transplanted almost immediately.  If humans have such amazing adaptability, we would never be unhappy.  =)

In one respect it is curiously like mimosa - it shrivels its leaves at night.

Not in the Mood for Xmas

I always love X'mas. I love the idea of giving presents to the ones you love, to little children, to everyone and anyone who appreciates. This year is a little strange. I'm still in the mood, but its kinda like on and off. Too many things at the back of my mind to disrupt me from the cheery mood.

That Thing On My Back

Yup, there's a "thing" on my back. Something I have to get rid of. So maybe if I'm brave enough, I'll go queue up at the Polyclinic tmw and get slaughtered under the knife. Sigh.