Oh, I know. The nice nurse practitioner made sure I knew that. But, still...it feels icky.
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It's not a sign of uncleanliness, vw. It's just one of those things, like ringworm.
What. Betsy. Said. Please don't beat yourself up over this.
That's no fun, vw. But it's basically a chicken-pox variant, and can be brought on by stress. Someone I know had it and used some anti-itch thing from the drugstore - Sarna, I think it's called. Or did they give you something with some juice?
That's not a weight thing.
Maybe a little.
That means you can treat it and it will be gone, right? That's good.
I don't know why the embarassment, though.
I've got a cream that I'm supposed to put on before bed tonight. Then tomorrow I'm washing everything I own in hot water. Yay!
You're thinking of shingles, Brenda.
That's no fun, vw. But it's basically a chicken-pox variant, and can be brought on by stress.
Yup, much like shingles. Still, suckiness. {{{vw}}}
eta: oh, whoops.
That's not a weight thing.
Maybe a little.
Eh. Even at my skinniest, I had a serious problem with anything higher-rise than hiphuggers.
vw, you could've picked it up from anywhere. Just be sure to clean the fuck out of your clothing and bedding.
eta: nebermind. I see you have it under control.
Maybe a little.
I don't know what a little means in this context. It happens, with impunity, to women of many weights. If you're not the ratio in vogue, you're out of luck. And the ratio doesn't care about weight.