Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this.
I am not a popaholic. While Dr. Pimple Popper often makes me laugh for the sheer audacity of what its producers have allowed on television, I do not generally find it satisfying in the brain-massaging way that some people do when they watch discharge pouring out of skin. When it is satisfying, it is usually in retrospect, as an endurance test I just conquered. That said, this…
…was satisfying. A perfect pop. A lipoma that was once inside the shoulder of a 43-year-old total dad, which just hopped out and ceased being part of him. How special, how rare, how nice it was not to have to watch Dr. PP tugging and ripping and twisting and tearing for once. It’s like the lipoma just got it and did exactly what it was told.