This lil' baby cyst seemed to make Dr. Pimple Popper nostalgic for the days when she stared down, well, more approachable cysts on a regular basis-as opposed to huge ground-beef-filled lipomas . (It's dirty work but someone's got to do it...)
As she squeezes grey goo out of her patient's chest using her handy popping tools, Dr. Pimple Popper can be heard saying, "Can't we just go back to these kind all the time? The kind that just gives me a little carpal tunnel." (I'm assuming this seven-pound cyst involved the type of grueling full-body workout that resulted in full-body soreness, as opposed to just a bit of wrist pain.)
Per usual, Dr. Pimple Popper chats away with her patient as she squeezes. "You've squeezed this before yourself, huh?" she says, straight-up calling out her patient, who replies with a guilty, "Uh-huh."
Always on-point with her bedside manner, Dr. P checks in to make sure her patient is okay mid-squeeze, too. "You okay, am I hurting you?" she asks. "Not at all," the woman replies.
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The entire operation is over in a matter of moments, leaving Dr. Pimple Popper plenty of time in her schedule to tackle juicier (and probably more tiring...) cases like this huge epidermoid cyst that was hanging on by a string, or this spitting cyst that she'll probably never forget.
Thanks for doing God's work, Dr. P!