In my dad's mis-spent youth (*rolls eyes*), somehow, some way, he had a sebaceous duct clog, but it kept producing oil. Whatever bacteria had been in there originally, well they kept cranking, too.
Can you say "anaerobic environment", boys and girls? I knew you could. Can you say "volatile organic compounds the likes of which man was not meant to smell"? Good!
Think of it as one gargantuan pimple, with a solidified core (*twitch*) about 3/4 of an inch across. Dad's scar is still a quarter inch-deep dimple. I still feel bad for the medical staff who dealt with it. My dad--lucky bastard--that was when he still smoked, so he couldn't smell a damn thing.
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Date: 2005-11-15 08:38 pm (UTC)Can you say "anaerobic environment", boys and girls? I knew you could. Can you say "volatile organic compounds the likes of which man was not meant to smell"? Good!
Think of it as one gargantuan pimple, with a solidified core (*twitch*) about 3/4 of an inch across. Dad's scar is still a quarter inch-deep dimple. I still feel bad for the medical staff who dealt with it. My dad--lucky bastard--that was when he still smoked, so he couldn't smell a damn thing.
Grossed out yet? Heeheehee...