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Margie’s Sexiest Blog Entry Ever Seeeeex Seeeeex Seeeeex
Wednesday, July 09, 2008


So I have this gigantic boil on my hip. It used to be this marble-sized cyst that my grandparents—doctors both—have told me to ignore for more than a year now, but it got infected and has morphed into something far more freakish. It has subsided somewhat thanks to antibiotics, but you should have seen it this morning, when it was still this huge, squashy lump in gradating shades of purple. A frightening, fascinating thing to wake up to, really. Fortunately, I took medication just before it could reach that pus-filled Mount Kilimanjaro state it was threatening to become, and went to the hospital to have it checked. Its sentence: more pills and an excision in the near future.

I can’t wait for the excision. Besides the fact that it sounds really cool (So what did I do today? Oh, well, I had the cyst on my hip excised. *sabay sandal sa pader at sindi ng yosi*), I have actually never been operated on in my whole life thus far. It’s just a minor, outpatient procedure, but it’s still this experience I have yet to undergo, anyway.

The last few times I went to the hospital were both ridiculous emergency room situations. There was that time I was fixed up with artificial skin after my leg was deliberately run over by a tricycle (was mugged by a stoned tricycle driver in broad daylight). And then there was that time Javs brought my unconscious slab over after a particularly heinous dysmenorrhea attack. Neither episode required sharp utensils, though, so this excision should be a pretty fun first for me.

This entry reeks of updating for updating’s sake, I know, but just don’t tell my boil that. Let it possess a sense of purpose for as long as it can.


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