So, I have a fairly long history of having weird, often rare medical stuff happen to me.
I was only the 16th child ever to have my type of cancer - not very many adults get it, but it's incredibly rare in children.
Very few people do IVF, but less than 1% of those who do get severe OHSS. I got it bad enough that I had to be drained, and our fresh transfer had to be postponed. Less than 1% of the population has cervical incompetence, and even fewer of those lose their babies.
I have an allergy to morphine, and have a really rare reaction where I get little red pinprick dots all over my body.
Due to my fairly weird history, I didn't think a whole lot when I developed a couple of red spots on my stomach and chest last week. Fast forward a few days, and my torso looks like this (don't mock, I just had a baby - I'm not going to look great):
The chest is even worse, and it was now spreading to my back. The odd thing was that it didn't really itch besides when I got out of the shower. Since it was getting progressively worse, however, I decided to finally cowboy up and go to the doctor.
I have a condition called pityriasis rosea. The good news is that it's not contagious (which is good, since Alice and JTD haven't caught it), and that I don't need any medicine to treat it (which is great, since I don't want to pump-and-dump anything). The bad news about it working itself out of my system on its own is that it hangs around for 6 - 8 weeks. So, I'm going to look like a leper for about another two months. I guess that kills wearing a strapless dress to the ball we're planning to attend in November...