Below, I posted with a link to Emergency Emilly's wonderful list of cysts being drained. ER Nursey responded with "Oh no, you are one of *those* nurses LOL. I work with a girl that gets almost orgasmic during a good I & D ;)"
Yes, that's me.
Once, I had a young male patient with an abscess on his neck, close to his jaw, probably from an infection in a cut he got while shaving. He was a rather handsome and nice man, and his good looks were marred by the huge swelling below his jaw. He was really uncomfortable, too, as it was quite tender.
As often happens, surgery was called in for a consult. The surgeon who came to do the I&D was also an attractive young resident. She asked me to assist, and I eagerly agreed, as I wasn't too busy and MAN I love this shit.
We got him all positioned on the table, a basin and absorbent pads and towels under his neck, lidocaine at the ready, all of our supplies accounted for. I was on one side of him, holding his head still and preparing to hand instruments and things to the doctor. She was on the other side of him, injecting lidocaine and swabbing the area with betadine. She made the first incision, and a gout of pus poured out. At the same time both of us made noises more reserved for the bedroom than for the ED--and our eyes met across the patient. Both of us smiled.
Now that we both knew we were enjoying this, she threw herself into evacuating the wound with gusto. I helped by irrigating when asked, and handing over supplies as requested. The oohs and ahhhhs and "oh yeah, look at that..." and "oh, WHOA!" noises we were making were unmistakable.
Finally the wound was clean, packed, and bandaged. The patient sat up, and I asked how he felt. "That was intense," he said. "You guys were really...into it." And he blushed.
Ever since then, whenever I see that surgeon around the hospital, we always smile and wink at each other. Hopefully someday we'll get to meet again over a nice juicy abscess...until then, we'll always have Room 42 in the ED.