Yes, it's very weird, and I didn't go to a doctor. I probably should have, but it's such an odd one-time deal that I figured something very odd must have happened. If it recurs, I'll go to the doctor, and I'll check the date on this thread so I can tell him about this first occurrence. But I feel pretty confident that his treatment would have been more or less what I did--wash with very mild soap, coat with ointment, get plenty of air. The most sensitive parts took the longest time to "heal" or whatever happened, but yesterday I was back to normal physically. Unfortunately, my wife is the ill one now, so we're still on hold.
Oh, well. At least feels good to be able to have some patience about this. In the old days, I wasn't just mad at her; I was also deeply frustrated with my own sad neediness and desperation. I feel like a man climbing out of a dark pit. I'm not really out, but it took me a long time to find the ladder and it just feels good to be climbing.
In other get-a-life news, I got to the gun show for the first time in months yesterday, which was a good time. I worked a table with a friend who knows everybody and has a story for every occasion, so we had a good time, and I got out on the cheap--I only spent $2, which may be a new record. Today is more work on the house. I have some to do outside, but it's zero degrees out there, so I don't know how long that will last.
