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Ho ho ho. I'm cleaver, me.
Fnat is scabies, and scabies is fnat. In Danish. And here you prolly thought I'd mistyped fnatastic. Sorry, fantastic. Ho ho ho.
But not so cleaver to have avoided a bout with the fnat. How I got it, I don't know. Perhaps the transexual, with whom I fooled around with non-sexually last weekend, gave it to me. The date matches, in any case.
My first case of the scabies was 6 years ago. It was a time of highly charged sexual encounters. Never having caught anything before, I first thought it was an allergic reaction to something - food, perfume, bathing soap, I couldn't guess. I went a week where I alternately cut something from my daily routine in order to determine whether or not it was an allergic reaction. And during this time, they grew and multiplied. Fast.
At some point, I sincerely thought I had gotten a serious disease. The fact that I no longer slept pushed my fragile mind into dread. After a week of insomnia, because of the damnable itch, I went to a STD clinic where it was recognized and where I recieved treatment to end my bout with my archenemies.
They resurfaced 5 days ago, which was an unfortunate time. I had a fever which came and went, and Tuesday it came and wouldn't let go until Thursday evening. They grew and multiplied while my body had a higher temperature than usual. It's under control now, but this got me wondering what your bouts with the various forms of STDs were...
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