A few years ago at Christmas., I discovered a lump on my back. It was red and sore and annoying, but frankly I had other things on my mind, and after a couple of weeks it went away, so I did nothing about it.
Last week, it came back.
Again, a red, sore, noticeable bump. It was kind of squishy - not solid - and by the end of boxing last Wednesday, it was driving me nuts.
But I had other things to do, so I didn't make it to the doctor until Saturday.
It turns out it's a something-cyst. It's irritated right now, but if I leave it alone and stop what's
causing the trauma, it'll calm down. The only way to get rid of it
completely is to have it cut out, but it's not in any way serious. Totally not a big deal.
It's right where the band of my bras go. Specifically, it's in a place where it gets hit - a lot - by a sports bra.
After I saw the doctor, I covered it with a bandaid. This week, it started feeling better - more itchy than sore, and not as ... bumpy.
Yesterday, I added a second bandaid. (Well, I made Wanda add a second bandaid - my elbows don't bend that way.) The cyst was protected by a cross of bandaids.
I went to boxing.
When I got home, I took off the first bandaid and, by the time I pulled off the second bandaid, it was bleeding.
Applying pressure is extra fun when it's a place you can't easily reach.
The new bandaid started driving me nuts today - my back was itchy all day - so I asked Wanda to pull it off. (I find this fascinating - she finds this really, really gross. She's probably looking for a new place to live as I write this.* )
It's not bleeding. But I'm out of boxing & going to the gym until it heals.
This is the lamest excuse ever.
* Just kidding - she's watching Glee. Yes, I know it doesn't make sense.
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