I know how suggestible I am: if a doctor told me that the side effect of a medicine was growing a sixth finger, I would need to buy new gloves the next day. I believe everything I read, even the stuff that explicitly contradicts the other stuff. Especially the stuff that contradicts the other stuff, it seems. It’s a weakness, though one so constant that I’ve learned to avoid it.
So, why the hell did I just read an article on Morgellon’s disease?
So itchy. So very itchy.