Wanting to trim my beard sometime soon, an act I had been avoiding to cover up Cystal Gayle, I ran to an urgent care clinic this evening, where they removed not one but six sebaceous cysts from my face. It was the gift that kept on giving.
Despite the lack of pain killers, it was all good. My face hurts again but is slowly returning to regular form. This is a good thing.
Merry Cystmas, y'all.