Went for my cyst removal today. My appointment was at 13:00, but ended up doing it at 15:00, because there was apparently some miscommunication, and the hospital had expected me in next Friday instead. NHS service at a private hospital… Hmm.

The most painful and scariest part of the surgery was getting local anaesthetic, and testing if it was working. Because my surgeon would sometimes poke me, and I would feel it… and I was wondering… what if she cuts into me when the anaesthetic hasn’t fully taken effect yet? Or she cuts into a part which is not anaesthetised? In the event, she gave me an extra jab of local part way through the operation.

The operation itself was as quick as my surgeon promised. Based on the “gooey” stuff she excised, she thinks it’s a sebaceous cyst. There’s no apparent way to prevent it, and she doesn’t think it will recur because she extracted the entire ‘body’ (I can’t remember what word she used), and she doesn’t think there’s any risk of being more severe and dire than it is.

A couple of days ago, I mentioned to Big Boy O, that I’m the queen of surgeries, because I’m having two surgeries in as many weeks. He dismissed me by saying “I’m sure there are lots of people who have way more surgeries” (really??!). So blasé…

We went to our local Malaysian for dinner after the boys’ swimming lesson. Because of my teeth, I ordered grilled fish today. It was nowhere near as good as grilled stingray, but it was still quite tasty, and bone graft-compatible…