Once upon a time there was a girl (who is related to me, but alas not me) who during her tenth summer got a sunburn
Her skin started to peel
This had never happened to her before
"Dad, what is wrong with my skin?" She questioned
"What is happening?"
"Oh dear" he replied with straight face "I am so sorry. You have leprosy."
The girl didn't know what that was, but was still sufficiently unsettled that she began to cry. "I don't want to have leprosy!"
She was forever teased.
And henceforth any benign illness in our family has been diagnosed as leprosy at some time or another.
I wonder what will happen if someday someone actually contracts leprosy?
It would seem we are kind of taunting the universe.
Hey Dad, knock it off. Between the marshmallow incident and broken bones I think I have had enough to deal with this year.