Scratchyscratch.

I have a tremendously sick, itchy-painful, red patch of rash slashing down the side of my body. It's somewhat like Harry Potter's scar. You know... dramatic slashy appearance, searing pain when provoked (only in Harry Potter it's when Voldermort is provoked. But shh. Dont care.) It also starts throbbing with a burning pain when scratched/poked/looked at/etc. This is somewhat of a new experience. Vera Yang never gets rashes! Never! Just like she never gets ulcers (i think ruth has my share. She has an abundance.). Or sore throats and lost voices from eating chips and chocolate, despite fervent attempts to create the sexy throaty sound of one afflicted. I've got a doctor's apptment on Tuesday at 10am to seek consultation on my current condition. And my my, what rip-offs these people are. If i dont have insurance, it's $53 per visit. WHY? WHY? TELL ME WHY SO EXPENSIVE!? It costs $53 to peer at my ribs, form 5 neural connections and say, "I say, what a jolly good rash! Some anti-histamines will clear it up in no time, dont fret. Now run along! Pip-pip! (sucker.)" I'm going to make sure i ask the doctor questions about it. Suck some of his knowledge and make up for some of the $53.

Stupid people. I protest.