A week and a half ago I saw what I thought was a pimple. I tried to pop it. It popped like a pimple, but it seemed to get bigger and it didn't go away. There was no sickness attached to this or much pain. As painful as it looked, but I took myself to the walk-in clinic. It turned into an abscess. Sometimes they go away by themselves and other times they become infected. They drained it with a needle and put me on antibiotics.
It still looks pretty gross. It no longer hurts. My check up went well. I'll have a bit of a scar I'm sure. But after thirty-two years, like I wear my scars proudly.
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