A Mother's Love

My mother called me this morning for two reasons:

1. She thinks the weird looking scrape on my leg is MRSA.
2. She instructed me that I need to wear bug spray more often; there's been a local discovery of equine encephalitis.

I am now heading into the walk-in because, knowing my mother, if I don't, she's going to call me every fifteen minutes until I have a diagnosis to report.

I really hope I don't have MRSA. I googled it, and it's effing disgusting.