Shrek become me almost

I spent a good chunk of yesterday worrying that i was mutating into an ogre. Brand me as a vainpot, but if you had a swollen right eye, with puss threatening to ooze out of it at any moment, and someone stopping you every ten minutes to ask whats growing on your face you would feel awfully self concious too.

If i exagerated the last time i said it hurt everytime i blinked, now it was happening for real. The whole area around it was starting to ache, and i was getting irritated with everything going on around me. I didnt go out of the building because it hurt when i had to squint in the sunshine, and sent me reeling everytime my hair rubbed against the head of it. By evening, and many different colours later, it was starting to "ripen". It took every inch of will power in me not to just squeeze it and break the damn boil..

I did the next best thing. I went under the knife. Sounds so dramatic saying that doesnt it.
The doctor pressed it out for me. My mom, who watched the procedure was totally grossed out by the experience and dumbfounded at the amount of bleeding something so small could cause. The doc had tools and shait, i dont know if she cut it or just pressed it until it caved. I didnt feel anymore pain as i ascended from the bed/surgery table/doctors apperatus, but i took two steps back when i saw the gauzes that were soaked in blood! I knew there would be puss and that i can take, but i'm a wimp when it comes to blood.

So anyway, she sent me off which a pirscription of oinment and no contact lenses or eye make up until the skin settles.

I'm just happy i dont have total strangers staring at me anymore. Well, at least those stares where directed to my face and not at my chest. They'll just have to forget the gory growing creature and go back to Bert and Ernie now :)