Thanks, Mark; I’ll try again. I sat there for a while, but no change, and it said “Done” at the bottom of the screen. Patience, patience…
…Got it! What a job. Potentially life-threatening, though, and a third of all examined are infected! I was aware that genital warts are HIGHLY contagious, although not necessarily initially cause by sexual contact, but I had no idea that it was such a prevalent problem.
Uh oh! Not one, not two, but three of them! That has to say something about my life choices . . .
I used to be a worm parasitologist. I’ve dragged for ticks and I can catch armadillos bare-handed. But, gee, I liked it and I’d still be doing it if I wasn’t allergic to it. I found it fascinating, and I have to admit that it made potlucks ever so much easier. Nobody . . . nobody! . . . ever asked me to bring a food item. (“Just bring some paper plates, dear. Still in the wrapper would be fine!”)
Now, I’m a sort of nosologist. Not the kind mentioned in the article, but closely related. And I do use those massive disease-classification manuals. So much so that travelling last week, I had one entire suitcase full of books. I had intended to empty it into the trunk of my car and then throw the suitcase into the back seat, but the bellhop got to it before I did and nearly injured himself lifting it. I don’t think he believed my claim that it was full of books.
Heehee! But my goodness, you dragged for ticks??? I thought the worm parasitologist job sounded fascinating actually. But dragging for ticks! It sounds so miserable with the heat and repetition and low pay and hot clothes… but then, I live in North Carolina like the girl in the article, and during summer I try to avoid spending any amout of time outdoors during the day!