This post is not for people with weak stomachs. As some of you may recall, I sometimes do surgery on myself. This twisted little hobby of mine is probably the result of all the recreational self-mutilation I inflicted on myself as a teen for no good reason at all, coupled with my "hands-on" attitude toward all things broken. (I realize that last long sentence could have been written "I do this because I am crazy," but I'm feeling longwinded tonight.)

So a month or so ago I decided to get rid of another lipoma in my right forearm. This time I took pictures.

My forearm, shaved and prepped for surgery.

The Scalpel (My friend Jake gave me a real one, no more razor blades!)

Making an incision

Opening up

A slight squeeze and the little bugger starts to come out

There it is.

Like a little ball of gristle

FIN