Scene: Kitchen, Chez Morena
Morena: *breezing in* So I want to register for the GRE this week…
Mom: *chokes* You want to what?
Morena: Register for the GRE. For later in the summer.
Mom: Oh. That makes more sense. I thought you said “take” and you don’t just “take” tests without any freaking out.
Morena: *laughing* Oh, you mean this huge test that is the only test that will ever matter in my entire life? Hahaha. Yeah. No. Believe me. We’re leaving plenty of time for the breakdowns.
Mom: That’s what I figured.
On to the TMI portion of the afternoon…I have a teensy little rash. It’s hardly disfiguring, and it’s not on any weird body part or anything- just some bumps on my upper arms.
Of course, in my head, you know that scene from Star Trek? When Kirk is having a reaction to something? Well, McCoy could totally just jab me with the hypospray because I spent the afternoon alternately dying of skin cancer, second degree burns, or (my nemesis) meningitis.
Answers.yahoo.com had no answers at all, thank you very much. Except that I should call my dermy. Well, I don’t want to call Dermy. Dermy is far away, and he requires a copay. I want answers.yahoo.com to tell me something that Sophie2459 in Arkansas used to make it go away.
Ultimately decided that it was probably just a sunburn rash and not anything deadly. Of course, meningitis is sneaky like that.