I went to the surgeon today...

Showed up 10 minutes late. Sat in the same chair, in the same room, that I had my thyroid biopsy in. I compare it to the fourth-seventh centimeter of labor. He poked it to 'see if it moved'. It did. I felt it. He then said we'd try a different antibiotic first, and then stuffed some gauze down there to 'make sure we don't get any blood on your cat.' OH GOD. I WAS STILL WEARING THE CAT UNDERWEAR.

PS - I've named him Pete. The cyst, that is, not the cat. His name is Claws.