Ding, Dong, Homer's Gone!

Well, he's greatly reduced, anyway. The doctor took pity on me today and let me walk-in. He was suitably impressed with the size and depth of Homer--he compared it to a small child--and promptly had me on the table and proceeded to numb it, then drain it and then shoot the empty cavern full of cortisone. Nikki the Nurse wrapped me with a compression bandage that I have to leave on for 24 hours (it is bugging to no end right now because the velcro is pokey). There is still a little bit of fluid in there, but hopefully this will take care of him. I go back to see the doctor on the 31st and hopefully Homer will be a distant memory.