Bad Cyst Part 2 - Scroll Down for Part 1

During the same afternoon as the stitch removal the wound began to ooze blood. The cadre was beginning its mission. I felt the wetness while working at my PC. Damn! I didn’t expect more trouble from this thing. Of course, I was not in control. Asking a co-worker who wouldn’t faint at the sight of blood to check it out for me, she said that my undershirt was bloody. Damn! I called Dr. Jim’s office and was told to go back to the office for inspection. I didn’t even stop for my helmet or gas mask, which, as it turned out were not needed anyway. A different nurse, Judy, removed the bandage and verified that the war was not over. Damn! She must have seen one of the cadre poking its head out. She left the exam room and returned moments later with Dr. Jim in tow. He verified that we were still at war…with a twist. As I understood it, the original surgery had left a pocket of the enemy (blood) and it had somewhat coagulated into a quagmire. All would have to be routed and dispensed with. Damn! Dr. Jim and Judy (who was very good at her mission) got to work while I worked maintaining the best silence I could. Skilled fingers began the rout, expressing cadre members from their hiding places. Expertly guided missiles of Novocain or similar found their targets. One did, however, go off course. I wish it hadn’t. Dr. Jim was pushing, squeezing, expressing the enemy, using the tools of the cyst warfare trade. Damn! that hurt! Dr. Jim was pretty certain it hurt when I groaned and answered in the affirmative when he asked. More missiles I think. Good. Let the battle continue. Finally they were done and Dr. Jim apologized left and right for my inconvenience. No need to, unless he with on their side, but I don’t think so. Then the BDA; Battle Damage Assessment. “I’m sorry, but I’ll have to suture the wound again” Dr. Jim said. Things happen this way sometimes. It’s just a part of the fog of war. Targets are hit. Targets are missed. Redirects are redirected. Have at it. Dr. Jim finished in a timely manner and said that he had to put in a small drain. Just in case any of the cadre wanted to escape on their own. And just in case they had reinforcements, I began a course of Cipro antibiotic. Overnight there was a bit more escaping, but I was already scheduled to go into the office to have the drain addressed. To my surprise and utter delight, Dr. Jim personally took care of it and told me to return the next morning. I will probably have more BDA after that mission. - # -