Good news and Bad news!
I found a growth in the area around my privates so I called the Doctor (wonderful woman). They got me in to see her within 3 hours so that made me a little nervous. She takes a look and tells me it is just a little cist that has formed around an ingrown hair. The size of the cist including the liquid that had formed around it was about the tip of my baby finger. Happy Day!! Then she tells me that there will be some pain when she gives me the shot to deaden the area so she can take the cist out. Man, let me tell you, she is the queen of understatement. Her assistant came in to hold my hand (and obviously have me squeeze the life out of it) and she told me I could say “bad words”. Good thing since I could not have held them back anyway.
The good news is that one of the wonderful parts of going to the doctor is have to get weighed. I was shocked to learn that I had lost 17 pounds in the last year. I felt I may have lost a little but usually am wrong when I think this.
Moral of the story: When you go to the doctor you sometimes get good news.