Runs in the family
July 22, 2008
As many of you know my family has a long and close history of cancer, so I am always looking for signs of cancer in me. Now, I know what everyone will say “why do you participate in activites that cause cancer?” To that I have no answer. Anyway recently I found a lump on my neck. I was shaving and hit a little bump. I thought it was an ingrown hair, I get lots of those, so I wasn’t worried. My new job requires that I shave daily or wear a beardnet, and those things are scratchy so I shave my face daily. Everytime I shaved the lump got bigger. It didn’t hurt but it seemed to never stop growing. I still wasn’t to concerned. I assumed it was nothing and would go away on it’s own.
About a week ago I started to get concerned. I thought “either this is the worlds biggest zit or it might be something.” I call tumors “something.” I hate that word, and worry that by saying that word outloud it will be bad luck. I decided that I needed to do “surgery” on it to see if it was just a zit. I poked, I jabbed, I picked and bled, but alas the lump was still there and I was fairly certain it was not a zit. I started to freak out.
By this time the lump had stopped growing, but was getting hard. It was very noticable, probably because the skin was scabbing over, but mostly because of it’s size. As I have alluded to, I just started a new job and my insurance wont kick in for a few months, so going to the doctor seemed out of the question, it is just so costly. Two weeks after I first felt the lump it was bigger than ever, still not painful and I had ruled out an ingrown hair and a zit. So I decided this something was “something.”
To give you an idea of how big it was at this point, I would say it was the size of two marbles combined. It was protruding from my neck about 1/2 an inch. I decided to go to the doctor. I needed to know what it was, and I needed to get it taken care of. I am 26 and didn’t want to ignore something as potentially dangerous as this because of money. Can I honestly put a price on my health? I asked around who I should go see, and what people thought an exam would cost and got the name of a doctor to go see. I really didn’t want to go to the Dr. and have him say “oh it’s nothing” so I decided to do “surgery” one more time before I made the appointment. If I had the same luck as last time I would make the call.
So again I poked prodded, jabbed and picked and nothing. My heart sank I have “something.” In desperation I went hog-wild on my neck. I was going to win this battle on my own. Zit, ingorwn hair, tumor…whatever it was I was going to remove it. I was a man on a mission. I ignored the pain, I ignored the blood, I ignored the fact that I could get a staff infection, this was coming out now. Imagine my surprise when I single handedly popped the worlds biggest zit! It exploded like a waterballon. I could HEAR and FEEL the pressure release. It was a mixture of blood…and whatever that white crap is in a zit. My neck looks like Hell, but I am cancer free…for now.
Peace
I love popping zits. Ask Jon, I torture him ALL the time. So, I’m totally jealous. Of course, I wouldn’t want the zit on me, but I could have totally handled it being on my husband.
It’s like an awesome date night that you don’t have to pay money for.
YUK!!!
Thankfully it wasn’t something serious.
You should have recorded it and put it on youtube for all of us to enjoy!
I am totally never reading your blog at lunch time again! Good GOD!
But you sure tell a good story, so I’ll still stop by AFTER I eat!!
Glad you aren’t full of cancer…you’ll worry even more when you are older…it’s a blast!
ROFLMAO. seriously. that is fa-king FUN-NY. hahahahhahaha.
glad you saved a couple of bucks. and it’s STAPH, not staff. jesus carried a staff.
and dude. how’s life.
hey remember that time i wore a beardnet for an entire shift? it sucked monkey balls.
i never enforced that rule after that unless i had to… those things are the worst.
Jeff, I’m glad it wasn’t “Something.”
And Jess/Jeff, could you please, for chrissake send me a picture of a “beard net” because I have no idea what something like that even looks like.
Thanks for assuaging my curiosity.
Jeffy-Poo,
I had a similar growth on my forehead. It was called a carbuncle and it was kind of like a zit cept it was a sac of fluid that grew on my head and then the Dr. had to cut it open, pop it, and gave me an anti-biotic. Hopefully it doesn’t recur… but if you can score some strong antibiotics from someone, then you can self-medicate.
sooooo glad it was only a mutant zit!
WTF is up with pimples in people our age anywho? I’ve been getting a few lately and they really drive me up the fucking wall! I mean, come on. Am I 13?
Ew. Glad it wasn’t “something”, but Ew.
I was totally concerned and nervous for you. Until you grossed me out completely. I was dry heaving.
glad you’re okay.
Jeffy,
I fucking love this story! I wish I could have been there! There is something about popping zits that fascinates me. I had a similar story when I was in 4th grade. I kept seeing this big black shadow underneath my skin and it really began to bother me. It was about the size of the end of a Q-Tip to give you an idea of the size. Anyways, I was determined to find out what it was… By the end of my investigation I had torn a chunk of my face off the size of a dime. And out came this chunk of puss, fascinating! The next day we had a Book-It (You remember Book-It?) event at school and my teacher took photos of all the kids reading (Or my mother asked her to take tons of photos of me to embarrass me in later years). That was the day I began to search for my “good side.” Next time you come to Potato Chip Land we’ll have to dig for the photos!
Blog on bitches!
Sauerkraut
P.S. Is there some way I could not have a fucking quilting square as a representation of my blog? I really don’t think I’m a quilt. While I am large, I am not a quilt.
BWAHAHAHAHA. That was awesomely bad. I had to stop eating my lunch, though.
And Sauerkraut, you kill me. I miss you guys!
PS I totally agree about the quilting squares. WTF? Why can’t I be a horned black sheep or something?
tell sauerkraut a couple of things:
1. sauerkraut is fucking hard to spell. i really have to think about it. and i don’t like that.
2. her quilt square is way better than mine. wtf!
3. tell mel that too.
Jeff,
At least it wasn’t a spider bite. Check this out. (NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART!!!! TOTALLY GROSS)
Bob. That was utterly disgusting. WHY would ANYONE let a spider bite get so bad and not get it taken care of??? Dumb ass people!
I have read this post at least a dozen times. It’s completely gross and funny every time! But, I’m desperate for more… you seem to have abandoned your faithful readers. Oh well, will just go re-read all your posts so I can have my Fred fix for the week.
where oh where has Jeff gone, oh where oh where can he be??????
dude. we gave you an award on our blog. will you come get it?? and for the love of god will you please blog again? here’s a topic: beard nets. jasonthe wants a photo!!!
Jeff. Update your blog or I will give the missionaries your address and tell them that you are a “Golden”.
I miss you, come back to me
Hello? I know you are alive I see you daily. Write something already! I love reading what you write you crack me up!
Jeff, did you fall of the face of the Earth? Where the hell are you? I need some cerveza time at your casa.
Hey Jeffers, where are you? You need to not only blog (after going all of August without blogging) but maybe you know, say hi once in a while? Christ.
Ditto. WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?!?!?
dammit jeff. dammit.
Remember when Jeff was here? Posting witty rejoinders and thoughts about life and poop and tiny dogs? That was fun. I miss Jeff.
Hey look, this is the same damn blogpost I read over a month an a half ago…