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Input: Text: tifu by popping a cyst

i'm on my phone so i apologise for the formatting.

about a week and a half ago i started to develop a cyst on my cheek. i've had cysts before, but not for about for about 7 or 8 years, so initially i was really hoping it was just a spot.

after 4 days of putting it off, i go to the doctors and i'm put on a 7 day course of antibiotics. the doctor says it usually clears up in about 5 days, but she gave me the extra two just to be sure, cause it was looking pretty nasty at this point. ok, cool, i wanted antibiotics, and i'm glad it'll sort it self out fairly quickly.

first couple of days there's not much change, maybe slightly less red and less inflamed, but not a lot else. 'that's fine' i think, 'can't expect it to work instantly'. 
another 3 days pass and the cyst is still there, happily hanging out on the side of my face, roughly 2cm's across and 1cm high(?). 
i wake up today, day 6 of my course, and my cheek, not painful up until now, is throbbing. the pain subsides as the day goes on, at the worst, i occasionally get a slight twinge. 

anyway, my wife and i, along with our 13 month old son go to my mums for dinner, we finish and i get up to go run a bath for our little'un. this is where the fuck up happens. 

i walk into the bathroom, which has a huge wall to wall mirror, this is important. i get another twinge in my cheek and i lean forward towards the mirror to have a looksee. right in the middle, there is a tiny white dot, in an attempt to get a better look, i stretch and squeeze the skin. 

it completely fucking explodes. all over the mirror, seriously, a square foot of mirror is now covered in yellowish puss, white streaky shit that i can only describe as looking like tiny spaghetti for a mouse and blood. well shit, that was unexpected. in for a penny, in for a pound though, i squeeze again, harder this time, and at least as much again shoots out, covering another foot of glass.

from down the hall i hear the scrape of a chair across the floor in the kitchen, followed by 'let's go find daddy!' fuck. fuckfuckfuck i forgot i was supposed to be doing a bath, not recreating a pussier, more disgusting chestburster scene from alien. 

this is where i should've grabbed some toilet paper and started clearing up the mess, but no. for some fucking reason i thought it would be a good idea to squeeze it a third time. chunky blood this time. half on a third section of mirror and half on the counter top next to the sink. nothing actually in the sink mind you! just next to it. brilliant. 

quicky getting a couple handfuls of toilet paper, i try to do some damage control. unsurprisingly, all this does is smear the already giant mess into a gargantuan fucking abortion of a situation. as i'm working at the counter, more blood starts dripping on to it. looking up into one of the few clear sections of mirror left, i can see that my cheek is pouring blood. literally pouring blood. down my face, in to my beard. this can't get much worse. 

'what. the. actual. fuck!?' i turn around and there are my loving wife and son, expressions of shock and disgust from the former, and of pure joy and excitement at the prospect of bath time from the latter. 
'don't judge me, it's was an accident' tumbles out of my stupid, stupid mouth. 

she sighs and says she's going to go get his pyjamas, leaving me with an overly hyped toddler covered head to toe in pasta sauce and yogurt, a bath which still hasn't been run, what looks like a half hearted and less than half finished attempt at cleaning up a murder scene, and a face still squirting blood any time i move the tissue that i'm holding against it. 

i somehow manage to undress my bouncing baby boy and get him into the bath with only one hand, by which time my better half returns, sits down - sighing again- and takes over bath time, leaving me to make a second, more successful attempt and cleaning up. 

the ride home was nearly totally silent, and she still hasn't said much to me. hopefully tomorrow she'll be better!

TIFU by popping a cyst