Thankfully, It's Not Herpes

So the doctor confirmed that I have a great big case of poison oak (his first words were 'Eeee-gads!' when I showed him the main area of trouble).

Is it a bad thing that for a few minutes this morning I kind of hoped that I had something more serious that would prevent me from taking the bar exam? [This is what happens when I let my brain operate without the aid of coffee]

Now I must go study. And scratch.