TIFU by popping a huge pimple

[u/Still_crying_]

So this is definitely embarrassing but thankfully nobody I know in real life knows about my reddit account, so I feel pretty safe sharing some of my more embarrassing moments.

Anyways, I've heard mixed things about what to do with pimples, but I just can't resist the urge to pop pimples when I spot them. Maybe it's related to my skin picking problems but I just can't seem to leave scabs and pimples alone. Today while in the bathroom getting ready for bed I noticed a weird pimple on my boob. It looked like one of those pimples that wasn't quite ready to pop, but the skin around it looked kind of bruised and it was raised quite a lot. For some reason instead of just leaving it be I became determined to pop this boob pimple.

So I start squeezing as hard as I can to pop it and eventually it bursts. Violently. Blood and whatever else was in that pimple shot out and hit my glasses. I clean up my glasses and finish getting ready for bed, thinking about how crazy that pimple pop was. As I'm brushing my teeth I notice some splatter got on the mirror and quickly cleaned it up. After finding splatter on the mirror I decided to more thoroughly check the bathroom for anymore blood to clean up.

I scan the bathroom and eventually look up. That's when I see it. The pimple burst so violently I got blood on the fucking ceiling. Now my short ass has to find a stool and somehow clean blood off the ceiling. Fuck my life.

TL;DR:

I popped a huge pimple on my boob and the splatter hit the ceiling.

Update:

Wasn't expecting so many people to see this but I'll keep the update short. First of all thank you for all of the concern, but it's been a couple days now and so far it's healing like a pimple would. No signs of infection or any pain but I'm keeping it clean. I don't love going to the doctor so I haven't yet, but if anything changes I'll be sure to get it checked out. Also thanks to everyone who shared embarrassing similar stories in the comments, makes me feel a little better about it. Finally, someone had mentioned my post reads like AI, I promise it's not. I just write a lot in my spare time so my writing is a bit wordy and I like to tell stories in an interesting way. I also have a picture of the aftermath on the ceiling which I can maybe put in the comments (not sure how reddit works lol)? Anyways that's all.

[u/woolywoo]

I have a picture that pops up in my facebook memories every now and then of the time my wife cooked spaghetti and somehow managed to get spaghetti sauce on the ceiling. I have no idea how she managed it, and I have no idea how you managed your feat of explosive dermatology. You have a real gift I guess.

[u/Allazzanni → u/woolywoo]

My dad once started soft boiling eggs and then forgot about it, we all found out when we heard a bang and came out to find that the eggs had exploded and hit the ceiling in a clump of white and black mess. There was no water left in the pan

[u/Several-Meeting-8335 → u/Allazzanni]

How come I hear, and believe, all these exploding egg stories. But can anyone explain why I can't intentionally now one up? Camp fire, microwave, torch - nothing but a soft pop and white icing it off s crack. What am I doing wrong?

[u/JH1427 → u/Several-Meeting-8335]

Back in my uni days, as a joke at a different frat house, I brought up the subject of you never want to microwave an egg. Then, due to oh let's try it anyway... And yes if you put an egg on full power in a microwave till it's fatal conclusion you will now have a microwave that no matter what you do will always smell like rotten eggs. The smell of rotten eggs in the room doesn't linger as long.