I used to have a.....
small lump on my chest, look like a large red pimple. Turns out it was what the doctor called a 'blood lump', basically it's a vein that is attached to the skin and over time the pressure forms a lump and well you get the idea. Anyway, it never caused much of a problem, my dad has had one all his life.

I had a rather cruel PE teacher in school who the week before had told me to 'Fuck off out of his sight' and called me several other lovely names...so I fucked off and told my parents. The next week my parents were up at school shouting at the headmaster, accusing them of verbal abuse against their son, which they denied saying they took the best care of all pupils and would never allow anything bad to happen to their son.

Cue a knock at the door, the headmaster opens it and there I am in a pristine school uniform with a bright red shirt, a bright red dripping shirt.....

I had been at PE class when the lump had burst, what was the teachers reaction? "It's not serious...sit down!"...when I turned a funny shade of white he did panic and finally sent me off to get checked, only after the blood spurted at him. I lost the guts of a pint (maybe not much but i was seriously skinny and anemic to boot) through it and did walk to the school nurse like something out of night of the living dead.

The next week I was at a new school.
( Bamboo Steamer, Thu 7 Aug 2008, 23:46, Reply)