Earlier this week, I had a few bumps on my legs, which I thought were mosquito bites. They changed slightly over the week to something resembling poison ivy. Considering the fact that the last time I had poison ivy, I had a rash over 90 percent of my body that was headed for my windpipe, I thought it would be a good idea to seek medical advice.
Turns out I don’t have poison ivy, but instead, chicken pox.
I’ve already had chicken pox. In fact, I had it during the Carter administration. So that whole “you can’t get chicken pox twice” thing is a lie.
While everyone else will be enoying their three-day weekend, I’ll be spending mine covered in benadryl cream trying not to itch.
Why do I always get these weird skin conditions over holiday weekends?