This is why you don't post this sort of stuff on the internet first - intelligent people will try to talk you out of it by showing you common sense and reason.
I once had a growth (about the size of a pea) in the back of my throat. It was stimulating my gag reflex and driving me INSANE. Since it was a Sunday, I went to the ER. The doctor got me an appointment in THREE GODDAMN DAYS with my otolaryngologist. I panicked a bit, not thinking I could handle three days, and asked why the doc wouldn't do anything about it right now. He said, and I quote, "It's a bleeding risk."
Right. That makes sense. Because if I started bleeding you might have to send me to the emergency roo--- WAIT A SECOND! I'm already HERE. Sweeeeeeeeeeet. Cut it out, pal.
He refused. Jerk. He did give me an Rx for Vicodin to shut me up, though.
So I went home, downed some Vicodin, grabbed a sterile scalpel and hemostat, picked up a flashlight and headed to the bathroom. I promptly remembered I only had two hands, and ditched the flashlight. Then I sliced the sucker outta my throat. It was awesome.
I <3 home surgery.
(My otolaryngologist was slightly-less-than amused when I waltzed into his office three days later and plunked the thing down on his little exam table and announced, "I brought you necrotic tissue!" Cool guy, though.)