So I went and looked up shingles, which I am increasingly convinced I have (way to go, body — couldn’t you have waited a goddamn month and a half until I have health insurance?!), and apparently, like Epstein-Barr, cytomegalovirus, mononucleosis, and chicken pox, it is a herpes virus. Not the herpes, as in “I can feel them herpeying around up there,” but a variant thereof. I find the relationship of these seemingly divergent illnesses fascinating to the point where if I had to do it over again, I’d write an NS Div I about them. but I don’t have to do one, thang god.
In the process of locating someone who can assuage my fears about this rash, I reached my grandmother, who happened to let drop that a great-aunt of mine has geographic tongue. What a fantastic name. And hooray, since it runs in families I can now look forward to possibly having that, too. That, heart failure, manic-depression, and Parkinson’s. Well, at least my family’s not Ashkenazi (sorry IST ;))
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