Yup, I pierced the thing.
Jake woke up this morning, met me in the hall outside of his room, and with a steely look in his eye, asked, “today’s the day?”
He was ready. I got home from work and brought him to the operating theater, also known as the bathroom. It has everything I needed: access to bright lights, a sink, a nearby first aid kit, and a mirror so Jake would watch.
He took it like a man. It was underwhelming. The antibiotics had really shrunk the thing, and it no longer had a translucent/white head. I scratched with the curette, and then poked with a needle. I got out some serosanguinous fluid, but no pearl. I milked it for all it was worth, and put a band-aid on it.
Jake wanted to know if it was over. I told him it should heal now. I have no idea if that’s true. I hope so.
If not, we have myriad other options to consider. Not the least of which is from the MolluscumRX company, who saw yesterday’s blog and invited me to a discount bottle of their elixir if I choose. That was nice, I may take them up on it.
Jake winced and hissed, but he let me finish. He asked me if it was over, asked me if it hurt, and asked me if it was blood – each about a dozen times. He processes that way.
It was all pretty anti-climactic.
I guess time will tell if it works. I’ll keep you posted.