The weather has been scorching-hot here in London for the last few weeks. Temperatures of over 30C in London are not pleasant. The house bricks seem to retain the heat overnight and I feel like an oven-cooked chicken. The lawns are brown, the plants and trees struggling to cope. Some of the trees look like they are already shredding their autumn leaves and it is only July. It is stifling at night. Even with open windows, the bedroom is airless and sleeping has failed me so many times, I feel like an automaton.
Into this hot-house, I managed to develop a ripe sebaceous cyst on my back. I have had it for 25 years or more and it mainly lies dormant but this is the third time it has erupted. A recent visit to A&E had a surgeon examining me and he decided to drain it under a general anaesthetic, He did not close the would, but left it open to heal from the inside out. This meant I have been having to visit my General Practitioner's nurse to have it cleaned and dressed every two days for the last 3 weeks. I finally got the all-clear a few days ago. The wound has closed and I can keep the plaster off to let the air get at the scar. Apparently they were unable to remove the sac surrounding the cyst, so I face another operation under general anaesthetic in September, once it has calmed down, to remove it completely in the hopes it will never bother me again. This is what the little blighter looked like just before the operation.
1 comment:
Ooh, that looks nasty. It will be good if they can banish it forever.
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