the mung.

I have it. you don't want it.

well, I know you are all very preoccupied with the swine flu. poor dears. But what about me and my mung? I have 2 occurrences and while JY insists they are spider bites or some other insect...I believe I have developed a slow-incubating, late breaking skin fever that will eventually be documented in the annals of disease history. I can't even BEGIN to entertain the notion of an eight-legged creature investigating my being in the night, sampling where necessary. I'd have to run screaming from the room.

On a side note, I looked for corresponding pictures to share with this post ... but they were just too hideous for words.

I have an approximately 4" in diameter rash just below my right collarbone that itches like mad. and of course I scratch. and rub. and irritate to a frothsome frenzy. right now, my skin patch could pass for that of a 82 year old woman. red. itching. transparent. bumpy. weepy. bothersome.

I fully expect, with the help of magni-enhancement, to spot slimy 8 legged creatures creeping about below my skin.

My current remedy is the consumption of one bottle of 12% wine, red white or gris, per day to distract from the incessant desire to scratch. to a bloody pulp.

I've yet to determine what my excuses are on the non-itching days.