Post by pilonidalstories.com on Aug 28, 2017 12:43:24 GMT
“My cyst began over two years ago. It merely just started as an itch and I thought I had scratched too hard thus infecting it due to is area so close to my “potty zone.”
So I dealt with this growing beast for awhile, having to go through horrendous days in PE, and long car rides or even just sitting at the movies.
I spent a week in exile, convinced that I was damned, so I took to just spending days in bed, I even missed a week from school for this thing!
Whilst one night, asking God what on earth I did to deserve this growth I fell asleep, only to wake up an hour later with an odd feeling of relief.
My pants and underwear were ruined with pus, but I could care less, because I finally felt free.
That is until the next month rolled around and my good ole pal came back for revenge.
After months of wincing and hissing, I finally told my grandma what was happening to me, and her being the smart woman she is found out exactly what it was in a matter of seconds, and even informed me that there are members of my extended family that were also cursed with this.
So, I took to researching it, and learned to live with it.
But one day my grandma informed me that she had scheduled an appointment for me to get it removed.
So now here I am three days after surgery, a fifteen year old girl missing out on a really big night.
THE PREMIERE OF MOCKINGJAY PART 2.
ALL OF MY PALS ARE OUT HAVING A GOOD TIME, WHILE IM HERE ONLY BEING ABLE TO LIE ON MY TUMMY AND ANGERLIY TYPE THIS. And I should mention the fact that my stitches are in an awkward position. (Haven’t had a successful bowel movement in days -.-) It stretches from one cheek to the other, so this scar is going to be narly.
And if you’re wondering about my crazy vocabulary, or my way with words. I’m an author, and this is the first time I’ve painted the picture of my sorrow of living with a cyst.
But I’m not publishing my adventures with this pest on my lower back.
I already tried… Wouldn’t sell…
Aliah, aged 15 and angry.”
So I dealt with this growing beast for awhile, having to go through horrendous days in PE, and long car rides or even just sitting at the movies.
I spent a week in exile, convinced that I was damned, so I took to just spending days in bed, I even missed a week from school for this thing!
Whilst one night, asking God what on earth I did to deserve this growth I fell asleep, only to wake up an hour later with an odd feeling of relief.
My pants and underwear were ruined with pus, but I could care less, because I finally felt free.
That is until the next month rolled around and my good ole pal came back for revenge.
After months of wincing and hissing, I finally told my grandma what was happening to me, and her being the smart woman she is found out exactly what it was in a matter of seconds, and even informed me that there are members of my extended family that were also cursed with this.
So, I took to researching it, and learned to live with it.
But one day my grandma informed me that she had scheduled an appointment for me to get it removed.
So now here I am three days after surgery, a fifteen year old girl missing out on a really big night.
THE PREMIERE OF MOCKINGJAY PART 2.
ALL OF MY PALS ARE OUT HAVING A GOOD TIME, WHILE IM HERE ONLY BEING ABLE TO LIE ON MY TUMMY AND ANGERLIY TYPE THIS. And I should mention the fact that my stitches are in an awkward position. (Haven’t had a successful bowel movement in days -.-) It stretches from one cheek to the other, so this scar is going to be narly.
And if you’re wondering about my crazy vocabulary, or my way with words. I’m an author, and this is the first time I’ve painted the picture of my sorrow of living with a cyst.
But I’m not publishing my adventures with this pest on my lower back.
I already tried… Wouldn’t sell…
Aliah, aged 15 and angry.”