Rash

Now not only the name of a catchy new book, but my next blog entry as well. I was just reading Dooce, and it reminded me of several experiences I have had. Not the trying to find out about having cancer, but of rashed I have had. Since the beginning of time I have been prone to rashes. I get about one bad one a year. By bad, I mean it covers my entire body, or has my flesh falling off, hey, I wonder if I can classify my flesh eating disease as just the bad rash of the year? This one rash time I was in emergency, not for rash reasons, and was wearing a gown, you know, sick enough to be in emergency and without clothes, but the doctor was more concerned about all these little weird spots and told me as such. Luckily, I was seeing a dermatologist at the time. And this is how it relates. It was a TEACHING dermatologist. This rash I had, well, it was the worse on my inner thighs. You can see where this is going. Every time, and yes, I had to go multiple times because every time I went he just told me to try another anti-histamine and you know, the 5 previous ones didn't work, so guess what, the next one didn't either, I had to remove my pants and bend over the table so him and the cute medical students and wannabe dermatologists could look at my inner thighs.

Thanks for listening.