Good lord. Call the wrong person and suddenly you're dying from shingles.
I called my folks to tell them what happened and Joan Crawford freaks out.
My mom thinks the following:
-I should have gone to the emergency room.
-That I need to launder every piece of fabric in the apartment with a different kind of detergent and softener.
-I may have the shingles.
-I have hives because I wear shoes in the house...
Oy.
