What's been your most satisfying sporner moment?

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Not necessarily the most spectacular but the most satisfying. Mine was when I was a teenager. I had a tingle in the philtrum above my lip that I could tell a zit was brewing in there. Outwardly there was no sign of it - the skin looked perfectly normal. It was the kind of vague unformed early zit pain that, nine times out of ten, if you squeezed it at that point all it would do would inflame the skin and make the eventual spot worse. Anyway on this occasion, despite knowing that, I squeezed the area anyway and instantly this perfect streak of pus leapt out of my skin and splattered across the bathroom mirror. And that was it done. No sign it had ever been there. No irritated skin. No residual soreness. Just a very polite zit that burst cleanly at the first prompting.

Did the cat not need antibiotics?

A few years ago my now sadly departed Felix had similar to this but I was too much of a wimp and took him to the vet. The scab was lifted off then lots of pus came out, I think green or yellow then white and pink (presumably blood). I had anti biotics from the vet but probably didn’t need them judging by this.

Nope she was absolutely fine! I did clean with hibiscrub every day for a week and kept a v close eye on her though.

All the skin on my feet started hanging off like a hammock, I was admitted to hospital because nobody knew what was going on, then little caps appeared over my toes, very easy to fold/remove. I posted pics on here ages ago.

Animals; the dog was bitten by another dog and had various pus pockets on his back which didn’t respond to antibiotics, I pressed them and they’d ooze! Eventually I asked the vet to surgically remove them.

The cat’s head felt spongy one day and a fountain of pus streamed off when I pushed. He must have been bitten in a fight, major wuss, maybe he was just scratched. Antibiotics cleared it.

The horse had a hoof abscess, the extreme lameness makes it pretty obvious. The vet had a dig but nothing came out, so she got a drill to put a proper hole in it, immediate relief, not mad stream, it trickled out.

Breast abscess the size of a grapefruit that burst. Almost a litre of pus in the end over a couple of days. God I wish I had filmed it. It was shooting out at points, my husband had to keep running and get more toilet roll so I could mop it up.

It was glorious and the relief was amazing.

Fairly minor, as far as pus and impressive effects go, but I still remember the relief...

I had a spot up the inside of my nose, so painful that I couldn't touch my nose. If I brushed it by accident the pain was incredible, and if I sneezed or had to blow my nose, the pain would make me cry. It was awful. So one day I sort of folded my nostril up and I could see this orangey yellow blister inside my nose. I got a needle, sterilised it, and pierced the bugger, which instantly deflated with a disappointingly small discharge of pus, but oh, the vanishing of the pain!

I had a small lump on my nipple for a few months which looked like a spot but wouldn't clear. On millenium NYE I'd gone to bed for a couple of hours before getting ready to join celebrations and when I woke up I noticed it had got a little bigger. I prodded and poked it and a hair appeared which with some gentle coaxing produced a magnificent bundled up ingrown hair and ous around 2cm long. It was so satisfying to finally get it out!

That sounds life -threatening! Did you need antibiotics?

My people!
I've name changed so people can't link this sporner story to my usual Mumsnet persona...
When I was 19 I was on my first holiday with my then boyfriend, so loved up and pottering hand in hand around Cornwall. I developed a pretty spectactular ear infection. Thankfully, unlike subsequent times, whilst I was a bit
deaf on that side it did not hurt and I didn't feel the need to seek treatment - I did not want to gross BF out so never mentioned it. Whenever I could I would sidle away to the bathroom and twiddle a cotton bud in the entrance to my ear canal, revelling in the copious amounts of yellow green pus that would be released. If I left it long enough between twiddlings, the cotton bud would pull away a thick crust from my ear first - it was like cracking through a creme brulee (crust, followed by liquid). So satisfying. It went away on its own shortly after I returned home. One of the happiest weeks of my life 🤣🤣

Probably TMI, but during the first lockdown I ended up with a boil on my backside the size of a golf ball.

I'm immunosuppressed, so it really was making me ill. My OH looked and said it was very badly infected, so i said to go for it.

I couldn't see how much was coming out, but it took a whole roll of toilet paper and an hour to drain it. It was a hideous dark green and stank.

I did start to feel better after.

Oh somewhere I can share this weirdness.

When I was a teen, my mom used to ask me to squeeze a blackhead in her shoulder. It always used to fill up again within a week or two and she'd ask me again and I would oblidge.

One day, she told me to really get stuck in, so I knelt down behind her and used my knuckles to get under the (what I now know was a sebaceous cyst). I managed to push really hard below it, and it exploded, shooting across the room, all over my top and into my eye. The gunk was revolting and stunk of rotten milk. Best bit? it never came back. She was delighted and it no doubt triggered my love of all things sporning.

So, imagine my delight, when I discovered I have the exact same cyst, in exactly the same place on my back. It's just too far away for me to thoroughly empty it, but I do get delight from giving it a squeeze. I have asked all of my family to help 'get under it', but nobody's brave enough.

I wonder if I live near a fellow sporner who'd help! 😩

I wonder if I live near a fellow sporner who'd help! 😩

What we need is an app/website so that sporners and spornees can get together. I just checked and spornr.com isn't registered yet!

@BettyBardMacDonald Sorry, just saw this!

Yes I was on a second course of antibiotics and under the care of the breast clinic at hospital at the time. They drained some of it with a syringe a few days prior, but then over the weekend it went giant. I was contemplating whether it was an A&E job when the little scab from where they'd drained it itched, I scratched it and BOOM.

When I went back to the breast clinic after the weekend it had almost completely discharged, but I had to go back and forth for another month for them to monitor it and I still have a scar on my boob!

Three I can think of. we had a white poodle and I was sat one night running my fingers through her fur when I felt a spot. It was about tge size a match head and black. Gave it a squeeze and it popped out as a thick black stick of oxidised gunk about half an inch long.
Then I was with my niece, who like many pre pubescent girls had downy hair on her arms, apart from this jet black whisker. I pulled on it and it continued coming out like a wire, dark and wiry and totally straight for about 3 inches. No idea where it was hiding.
and the very best. My dad had a boil on his neck. He was treating it with “black ointment”, which he plastered on anything that needed “drawing” and asked me (as resident picker) to look. Picture the scene-a boiling hot Australian summer day, I can remember the turquoise halter top I was wearing. Dad reached round to do the pulling apart whilst pressing down action he swore by for boils. I said, “hang on there’s a piece of gauze caught in it dad” except it was the core and as it pulled it out the contents shot over me, my new top, my face, the door behind me, my hair, the dog who unfortunately was passing. It was glorious but I was in the shower a long time.
Remembered another dog one. Same dog, started declining, off her food lethargic. Dad prepared us for the worst. Then she rallied and seemed better. She had a bath whichnwas her favourite thing and it was hot. I was drying her when I rubbed her chest and there’s a plop sound and pus started pouring out of nowhere, no lump or spot. Just this little hole under her collar. Turns out she’d had a tick. God it stunk.

Oh @samarrange, do it. Absolutely do it. I'll turn up! Just so someone can squeeze my back blackhead

My ex had really bad bacne .I spent hours squeezing them. DH never gets anything like it.

LTB.

Agreed.

In a similar vein. My DH used to have acne rosacea. Spent hours on his face in the past.

All healed now. Shame. Some of our best years involved me pinning him to the bed with my phone torch and a wad of cotton wool.

The good old days.

I sincerely hope this thread continues forever.

When my second daughter was 2 she caught chicken pox from her older sister (who was 3), she was covered all over with the spots. They eventually all blistered then scabbed over and fell off - except for the ones in her hair. They obviously irritated her and she sat between my knees while I felt all over her head and gently removed every scab. It was so satisfying and 32 years later she also enjoys ‘picking’!

My first daughter had dry ears for a few years, pre-teen, with hindsight maybe was a touch of eczema. She would scratch at her ears deliberately then ask me to get the scabby pieces of skin out for her. I used tweezers to slowly peel them away. She’s now 35 and we were only talking about this the other day - she said she loved the feeling and sound it made.

In my first job after I left school I once popped to the staff loo, was washing my hands afterwards and glanced in the mirror and saw a hair on my shoulder which I tried to brush off. It didn’t move so I got hold of it only to see my neck pull forward - it was my hair but was about 2 feet long and nowhere near my hairline plus I had short hair. I had to wrap it round my hand to get a grip of it and pull it out of my neck.

My husband when we first got together had a patch of dry scaly skin on his lower back just above his buttocks. I started to apply moisturiser to it daily for him which seemed to ‘loosen’ it, took a few goes but I eventually peeled it all away, there were some big chunks like leather. Again, so satisfying.

i remember when i was young and had scabs on my knees from falling over, i would lift the edges of the scabs until they bled then press the scab back down until the blood dried. This built up the scab and when it was just the right thickness I’d then love taking time picking it all off!

I am a picker, I love scabs, zits, blackheads - nothing freaks me out. Even my grandchildren have been known to tell me off as my fingers start to hover over their scabs!

I remembered another beauty the other day, so came to share it 😁.

I had just started my new job at a hospital, which meant a lot of walking each day. I had noticed a small spot on my leg before work one day, and thought nothing more of it. However, throughout the day, it started to hurt more and more, until the point it became too much to tolerate.

I came home (I was 22yrs old, and still lived with my parents). I must have told my Mum about my pain, and I remember her face lighting up at the news! You should have seen her face when she saw the ginormous boil on the verge of erupting….she was in heaven 😆. There was a small head on the boil, which was calling her name.

No sooner had I taken a seat, the kettle was boiled (for the hot compress to apply to the area), and the paper towels were grabbed from the kitchen. My Mum was salivating as she took her position, with the hot compress in one hand, and the other hand was poised to squeeze!

After some bathing, the boil was ready! Her eyes widened as she lunged for the boil, gentle squeezing around the sides. It took very little pressure for the first sighting of the thickened goo to emerge from the newly formed opening, and the thick puss continued to slowly snake out the more the boil was touched. The relief was immense!

We must have sat there for several minutes, collecting more of the gunk before we had to accept there was no more for the time being. I took great delight tackling the little beauty once alone in my room later that day ☺️. I decided not to divulge this information to my Mum, however, as I had a feeling I would have been nagged to let her have another ‘go’. I was still emptying the little delight several days later, which was amazing, so I was sad when it was no more ☹️.

@HeartandSeoul, that was MAGNIFICENT! This is the kind of vivid story-telling I'm here for. Incredible!

Why, thank you 😁!

When I was around 14 I was really unwell and could not for the life of me, empty my nose when I was blowing it. But I could feel that I was bunged up ( as an adult I realised it was a sinus infection )

After about 10 minutes of blowing I felt somthing come up, I tried to blow it out properly but it wouldnt budge so I ended up pulling it out with my hand.... it was the best feeling ever I literally felt it pull out from underneath my eye and it was a huge long thick piece of green/white. It took me several pulls to get the full thing out, I've never ever forgot how good it felt and I've always wished I had another 🤦‍♀️🤣

In the shower after surfing and noticed a cyst in between my boobs so I just squeezed. What was one spot with one head suddenly turned into a red area of about £2 coin size and had 5heads! It was like a 3rd boob.

The stuff that came out hit the shower screen. I was so impressed. Still have the scar