Call Me Mrs Surgeon
None of my friends have performed breast surgery on themselves.
Once upon a time, I had a little cyst.
In my left breast.
It was benign.
Two doctors refused to take it out.
GET IT OUT! a voice in my head said.
I got a paring knife and made a little slit.
The cyst popped out. It was ugly and red.
I did not know there is a sac.
You have to get the sac out too apparently.
Two years later another cyst grew inside the sac.
I told the nurse about my self-surgery.
For an hour every nurse in that clinic made an excuse
To come in and take a peek at me.
I guess I am famous there or something.
The doctor said “You’d never do that again, right?”
The nurse said “A paring knife isn’t even sharp!”
I said, “Tell me about it.”
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