In 2004 my older sister got married in the hottest month on record. My younger sister was about to pop with the family’s first grandchild and I was growing a little one of my own. Out of nowhere, I grew a pencil eraser sized cyst on my pubic mound. It was hideous; and so large that I told my sister I was going to change my RSVP to two.
When I sat down I had to make sure my legs were spread apart enough to allow enough room that my thighs wouldn’t squeeze my new friend. Cause if they did….omg the pain.
I went to my OBGYN. Where else would you go when the cause of the issue is in the va-jim-jam region?
The med school drop out that I saw, thought it would be better to treat the problem from the inside. She gave me a script for antibiotics to clear the infection from the bottom; hopefully causing the swelling to “deflate”…if you will. Then it would reveal if it was an ingrown hair or just a clogged pore; and we could treat it from there.
The antibiotics she gave not only gave me a RAGING yeast infection; I was also warned that it would render my birth control useless. Hottest month of the year and my crotch is on fire from not only the lack of Monistat…but a reaction to latex; All dressed up like someone who missed their senior prom , trying to recreate the moment.
Why am I telling you this deep and personal shit? Because this morning I woke up and his little sister popped up, in the crease where the leg attaches to the nether region. Yep….same place as the seem of my panties. I walk like my asshole is on fire. FML