A Rash Decision and Other Hypochondriac Tales from the Hulu Trenches

So I spotted a tiny rash the other day and my first thought wasn’t “maybe I brushed against a bush” or “I should change my detergent.” No. My brain, in its glorious hypochondriac majesty, screamed MEASLES. Not mild skin irritation, not a rogue mosquito bite—nope, full-on outbreak, cue […]