The ever boil was lanced and gunk shot out the side and top. The during was the worst part, for the fucker had risen to where nerve endings are and the squeeze pain was exquisite. So intense that after it stopped, and the area now drained was less hurty than before, that I got an epic post-pain high. I keep walking around marvelling at just how fucking painful that was but that it's not happening now. It's like I'm happy saying "Jesus, how fucked was that?!" and feeling it too.The ever boil; proof positive that something awful happening that then stops is better than something nice happening.I feel like a high five is owed. Woooooo!