I managed to squish all the stuff out of the pearl - which wasn't a pearl after all, and update Chickie on all the gory details because, well, she's into that sort of thing. Was all excited that maybe it was gone for good...
And it grew back. And this time it HURTS! Which means I may have to go to the Dr to have it removed after all (I had an offer of help from not-a-Dr but I declined)
I'm beginning to feel like Quasimodo. Bratty put the thought in my head that perhaps it is infected and that's why it hurts... Great. One more thing to be a hypochondriac over. Not only have I developed a third boobie on my back, but it's infected.
I'll be under my desk if anyone needs me.