Basic summary? I've had a funny little lump on the side of my boob for about 10 years. A derm then told me that it was a fat globule and to not be worried unless it grew quickly, so I just ignored it. I basically did for 10 years and in the last year it went from lima bean sized to ping-pong ball. That's big enough to concern, so I went to a derm. He did his full inspection and in the process of trying to figure out measurements and depth, apparently popped it.
He sent me off to get an ultrasound to see more what it is, and when you are a man over 25 and have a chest ultrasound, apparently you get a mammogram. That took the already irritated, squeezed bump and got it squeezed even more. End result? A whole bunch more shit probably got squeezed out and created an abscess. That abscess spent last Tuesday through Sunday getting progressively worse and worse. However Wifey was out of town and I was home with just the girls, Hannah who was properly sick, so I couldn't deal with myself. I didn't get to a dr. again until Sunday evening. By then the abscess was seriously infected and golf ball sized.
Fast forward to yesterday: I got the packing pulled out last night, which was 3' vs. my assumed 2'. The dr. was adamant that I get into a surgeon within 48 hours to have a more thorough inspection of the wound. I got an appt with a surgeon tomorrow at 11am.
That's current status.
Hey - next time the shit hits the fan (or the abscess hits the moob), let me know - I'll come keep an eye on your kids while you take care of your titties (or whatever comes up).
Seriously. You tell me you have a concerning medical issue that needs to be addressed, I'l drive my ass up north. Don't fuck around with things like "lumps".