Goddamn it, I'm really awful at keeping this damned blog updated!
A few weeks ago I started feeling odd. I developed flu like symptoms and a strange tingling sensation on my right side. I was convinced that I had either small pox or malaria. After a week of worrying that I was dying from some sort of exotic disease, I woke up from a nap and groggily noticed what I thought was a rash on my chest. I was horrified, until I realized that it was just my nipple. True it was a false alarm, but I figured better safe than sorry, so I went to the doctor. I sat down and told him my symptoms. He concluded that I was just suffering from a mild case of allergies. After jotting down a prescription for allergy pills, things got weird...
He asked me if I had a girlfriend, I explained to him that women find me about as appealing as a dead moose stuffed with dirty needles. He then told me that I need to get out more, and start romancing the women folk. He gave me a list of the hottest bars in town and told me that I'm probably blowing my sicknesses out of proportion because I'm not getting any tail. I walked out of his office feeling dumbfounded and slightly disturbed.
The very next morning I woke up to more than mild discomfort, and realized that my imaginary nipple rash had turned into a full blown pustules that burned like fire. Horrified I went back to the doctor and showed him. He told me that I manged to give myself shingles, yeah, the virus that normally affects old people. Apparently stress can set it off, and that is something I have no shortage of, like hate, it keeps me warm.
Now let me tell you, shingles is awful. It felt a lot like getting punched in the side by a Russian boxer wearing jellyfish for gloves. Am I being dramatic? Probably.
I felt like shit up until a few days ago, and that is the reason why I haven't been updating this thing. Anyway, enough about me and my disgusting skin rash, let's talk about art.
Now let me tell you, shingles is awful. It felt a lot like getting punched in the side by a Russian boxer wearing jellyfish for gloves. Am I being dramatic? Probably.
I felt like shit up until a few days ago, and that is the reason why I haven't been updating this thing. Anyway, enough about me and my disgusting skin rash, let's talk about art.
That's creepy about the rash... and the doctor. But at least you didn't give shingles to some girl! (It IS a related disease to herpes.)
ReplyDeleteBy the way, I'm just trying to whore out backlinks to my blog so don't be fightened by the name I'm using :P