I worked in a slaughter house after leavung the mob, we got aa cow in one day that had broken its leg. As it wasn't fit for human comsumption. The said leg was removed & it had a massive hematoma, for a joke one of the lads decided to "pop" it.
It cleared a 2 story building with in a minute with just about everyone chucking up it was the worst smell I have ever come across & that includes Paddy O'Sullivans feet! (Ex-chockhead)
Had an abcess (absess?)(Abbcess?).....f***ing big painful thing
growing in me gob when on patrol once. The LMA wanted to
attack it with a scalpel - I declined his polite offer and continued
scoffing vast quantities of Paracetamol. After a few days and
nights with an agonising face and gums the size of a female
hippos p*ss flaps...I adjourned to the JR's Heads'n'Bathrooms
and stuck the friggin' thing with the safety pin from my Nuclear
Film Badge. Dropped film badge in sink and delved in mush with
fingers and s-q-u-e-e-z-e-d and screamed simultaneously.
Several litres of honking dull yellow pus....tinged with just a hint
of "O" negative sprayed over the mirror above the sink and I
vommed my ring up in the sink just to make matters worse.
Cleaned up - washed face, gargled with a gallon of salt water
and went bank to me bunk.
The relief I felt was better than I could possibly describe.