Every now and then, my body decides that unrestrained cell devision is a good thing. I'm one of the lucky persons on this planet who don't get cancer when cells go crazy like that (at least not until now). I get cystes. Cystes aren't awesome either, but I won't die of them. They're kinda like cancer's nice cousin. However, you shouldn't try to get them out yourself. Which was exactly what I did...

Around the same time as I started this blog, I noticed a thingy in my shoulder. It was a little black spot, so I thought it was a blackhead. For over a year I just left it there; it wasn't bothering me and it didn't make me look like a hideous monster, so why try to get it out?
But then, a few months ago, the thing suddenly got bigger. A part of my shoulder got slightly swollen. The skin was turning red and got irritated. I still thought it was a blackhead and finally tried to get it out. By then, it was March 2014. At the end of May, there was still stuff coming out of the blackhead that didn't behave like a blackhead. I went to the doctor right after I came back from the Geography Olympiad. A few days later, the doctor stuck a knife in my shoulder and got the cyste-that-looked-like-a-blackhead out. It's currently in some lab to be examined, just to make sure that I really don't have cancer.

I've had cystes before, so I'm not worried. I'm just terribly annoyed. After the Geography Olympiad, everything went wrong. My laptop almost died, friends were pissed at me because I had to show emotions when they wanted me to, but be a potplant on any other occasion and when I thought someone was coming to my house for the very first time, he didn't show up.
Boohoo, I had some bad luck, who cares? I was totally going to handle this as an adult, until my shoulder started to swell again. This was last Thursday, a week after I had the 'surgery' to get the cyste out. I woke up that morning with an itchy, red shoulder. The stitches I got had almost disappeared into my flesh, as if my shoulder was trying to eat them. I had to get them out immediately.

I'm fine now, just a bit annoyed because of all my bad luck over the past two weeks. I'll get the results on the lab tests on the cyste next week. My shoulder is doing great, the wound will be a purple scar for at least another few weeks, but everything is better than the crater I was creating by trying to get it out myself.
So I'm back, I've left my bad mood behind and I'll start blogging about my usual nonsense again as soon as I've got the results of the lab tests, just to be sure everything is 110% okay again.