Big girls dont cry...unless needles are involved

I have this bump on my face. The bump actually has a medical name. Its called a sebaceous cyst. I have not wanted to go to the doctors because I was afraid she was going to suck it out with a HUGE needle. When I finally did go, she informed me that since it's on the face I will need to go to a plastic surgeon to have it removed.

After hearing that, I decided to get online and look for how this procedure is done. This was probably a HORRIBLE idea. Here is a video that I found on YouTube.com of a guy getting a cyst removed from his back. His procedure looked pretty painful…this is what is going to be done on my face! No Thank you!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kmWS5jGnKjE

Well a few months have past and my little friend, the sebaceous cyst, has gotten a little bigger. This leads me to an important decision. I'm going to stop being a pansy and suck it up. 2008 will be a year of good things and needles.
I was trying to think about the last time I had blood drawn. I couldn't recall… neither could my mother.

I remember the last time the doctor asked me to have it drawn. That was just about 5 months ago. I made it almost to the lab before making a get away through a side exit. I figured I would maybe have more strength to get it done next time. Besides, I was alone. Who would hold my arm down while I screamed and cried? This is not a joke. I really do require someone to hold down the arm while I cry and that's just for a shot… not even blood being drawn.

When I tell people about my fear of needles, there reaction is normally, "don't ever have kids, you become a pin cushion" this is also why I need to stop being a pansy and suck it up. I do plan on having kids one day and I can't be sitting there crying my head off like a drama queen because a little shot I have to have to get, might hurt. Someone slap me. Hopefully it will knock me out for just enough time for the needle to do it's job.

Getting back to my story.

This is my 2^nd facial cyst I have had in 2 years. The first one I was able to get rid of… that was, after poking it with a pin and getting it so infected that swelled all the way up to my eye socket, it blackened my eye and I almost had to have an IV for the infection. Luckily, I made it to the doctors in time and slipped by with a pill form of antibiotics. This was a bad experience. Especially the fact that it took FOREVER to heal and happened around the same time I got engaged. Those photos are not my favorite.

It may have taken a long time to heal and almost caused me to have an IV, which means more needles, but I never had to have my face cut open.

I have scheduled my first of 2 appointments with the plastic surgeon so he can look at my cyst. After doing so, I felt like I was having a panic attack. I then calmed myself down and said, "Suck it up" so that's what im doing. I'm going to be a big girl and have my face cut open. It will be nice to have this thing removed…maybe after it's removed they will weigh it and determine that this is why I haven't been able to drop that extra 5 lbs. Maybe now I will be able to.

So cheers to my new year's resolution. I think for fun, I'll just start poking myself with needles so I can get used to the pain… or maybe not.