GQ Magazine: "Doc, I Think I've Got That Flesh Eating Virus Again!" On approximately the 100th day of my 27th year, standing in my bathroom, dental floss in one hand and too much time on the other, I made the mistake of looking down my throat. A real, good look, mind you, all the way to the back of my gullet and, you know what, I didn't like what I saw. Just beyond the terminus of my tongue, there was a collection of these nasty… bumps. Pustules, we’ll call them. Weird outgrowths so grotesquely large to my eye that I was surprised I could even swallow. What were these things? I certainly had never seen them before, but then it occurred to me I had never actually taken a long, hard look deep into my mouth. I mean, I never really felt the need, and, truth be told, I didn't have one now either. My throat felt fine and, like I said, I was just killing time in-between the dental care and face cleansing portions of my regularly scheduled pre-bedtime grooming program. In an instant, the course of my future dramatically altered direction in my mind's eye. Strep throat, lupus, Dengue Fever and on and on in an ascending escalator of disease, debilitation and general horibbleness. What had I done?... Read the rest of the story