Correct Diagnosis... and treatment!

First, my humblest apologies for yesterday's post. And for the squeamish, a disclaimer: Skip this one, too! Old people go into way too much detail in the descriptions of their maladies. But heck, I'm now old, dadgum it. And I've suffered through listening to so many other old people bore me with details of their physical infirmities and gross conditions, by golly I'm gonna do it, too, just like all other old people do. So there... Went to doctor. Doctor looked closely, shook his head and called in a second doctor. Joint diagnosis agreed to by both doctors: not shingles. Nope. Sebaceous cysts. Deep ones, too... horribly infected, swollen, etc. Two doctors agree to work together to perform in-office surgery... get this! ...without anesthetic! They did at least try to stick me with a needle "to numb the area" first, but the needle accidentally punctured something it shouldn't have, because even with the dire diagnosis, they apparently severely UNDERestimated the extent of the problem. So immediately upon the unforeseen misjudgment, they made a hasty decision to dispense with the anesthetic injection, and just go ahead and immediately proceed to cut stuff out and clean around without waiting any further. Of course, the worst part of the decision, speaking from my vantage point lying on my pot belly on the paper-covered hard table, was this: they didn't bother to solicit my opinion about their decision. Given my mental and physical states at the time, I positively, most definitely, would have flatly vetoed the decision in favor of one requiring reinstatement of the original plan to fully anesthetize the area first. This particular large area of my physical anatomy was already causing unbelievable pain -- even before the needle-sticking, the cutting, the physical "cleaning", and finally the suturing... all of which was performed in traditional style but without the assistance of even an aspirin for anesthetic. Go figure. Talk about an experience that builds character! The only mitigating factor was the speed with which the procedure was conducted. From the moment of the first needle stick (followed immediately by the observation "oh, darn, look what you just did..." from one doctor to the other one, eliciting the reply, "well, shoot, I didn't mean to do that. Here, hold the towel under it while I go get the mop") until the application of the final strip of adhesive tape on the bandage after it was all over, the entire cumulative elapsed time could not have been more than seven or eight minutes or maybe even less. From my vantage point on the table, however, it seemed like the length of the Mesozoic Era. Anyway, I now sport a nice deep excavation in my anatomical structure. I am in possession of paperwork authorizing me to procure a supply of expensive antibiotic pills, as well as a generous supply of controlled-substance opiate-based pain reliever. Sadly, due to the timing of the doctor visit (closing time), I was unable to actually acquire said pain-reliever before the pharmacies closed. Not being in any shape to drive to Walmart or other 24-hour pharmacy, I'll have to wait until morning. (The location of the anatomical anomaly is such that any leg movement (e.g., operating the pedals of an automobile) places a completely unacceptable pressure on the skin and muscles which were involved in the surgical project. It is difficult to properly execute driving maneuvers while you are engaged in the screaming meemee's due to excruciating pain.) Hopefully, the accurate diagnosis, followed by the albeit-impromptu activities by the medical professionals will result in a much shorter recuperation period compared to the one expected with shingles. Oh, and thanks to Dubby for the fantastic home-made battered-fried chicken dinner tonight! It was great: NO bones! What they are doing with genetically-engineered foods these days is fantastic!