Connecting The Dots

You probably think I'm being metaphorical, don't you?

But nope, I truly mean this...

For the record this is neither my body (thank you Google images) but it's a pretty decent representation of what I have been inflicted with over the last couple of weeks. Except I have more. And no, it's not leprosy. All my extremities are intact.

It's the weirdest thing. A couple of weeks ago I noticed a weird blotch on my neck. Then that weekend I noticed a few more on my back. And then a couple of mornings later I woke up and low and behold. I am the polka dotted woman!

Now, generally, I hate going to the doctor. I'd far rather be a Google hyperchondriac and hope Josh uses my life insurance money wisely. I have absolutely nothing against my doctor, but I do have a lot against what it costs me to spend five minutes in her presence.

But this spotty, blotchy polka dotted body got me skipping the virtual diagnosis and in her office fast.

The costly answer that my doctor delivered in 30 seconds flat? It's a medical mystery.

It's something called pityriasis rosea. It randomly occurs in young adults. They don't know how you get it. It's not contagious. You generally feel fine (apart from being itchy). And there's nothing they can do about it. You just have to suck it up and deal with having a body that you could have a long game of connect-the-dots on for 2-6 weeks.

I have to admit to feeling a tad ripped off because, in other news, I gave my four weeks notice a couple of weeks ago, I have 69 sick days accumulated and, despite my leper like appearance, I didn't have an excuse to use a single one!