There is a recurring theme in my nightmares that’s repeated for 25 years.
I awake in the middle of the night to find the skin on my back swollen and weeping with some mysterious and painful infection. My house is full of people, only some of whom I recognize, and I plead with everyone I see to help me. They all hand wave and tell me, “You’ll be fine,” as they go back to sipping their drinks and…
