Ouch.

I had a cyst removed from my head this morning before work. 

My whole family gets them--(sorry to let the secret out, Briana).  They aren't serious or anything, but sometimes they get all big and then we have to get them yanked before they get gross and explode.

Mine was getting to that point, so I had minor surgery this morning. (I swear.  I didn't know it counted as surgery, either, but according to the money-lady, I didn't have to do the co-pay thing because surgery is completely covered.  Aw yeah).

It SUCKED.  I've had it done before, but it was never this bad.  She got it halfway out of my head, but then it exploded, so she had to pick it out piece by piece.  Some of the pieces were really, really stuck in there, so she had to pull.  Hard.   At some point I started getting nervous--I thought that she might have gone right through my skull and grabbed onto my brain.  One of the pieces still wouldn't come out, even after all of the pulling--I think it kept falling back into the hole or something--so she had to push on my head, squeezing it like she was trying to pop an enormous zit.

Humiliating?  Somewhat.  The huge bandage that I've had to wear on my head is really attractive, too.