That's what Nuch started calling the cyst on my back that had become infected.
Last night, I decided that ET and I needed to part ways, so I headed down to the local hospital. As typical with Thai doctors, my doctor didn't spend much time on the details. She told me I had a "something" cyst and I should go lie down on that table. The next thing I knew, I was shaved, stabbed, sliced, roughed up, and told that I need to come back every day for a week to dress my wound. Going in, I thought she was just going to pop a big zit.
Apparently, the sac had burst. If you think this is disgusting, you should see the small tin of hollandaise sauce they pumped out of me.