Thank God for telemedicine, is all I have to say. But it can be just as creepy. The kind, very sharp nurse practitioner who was talking to me over my laptop the other day diagnosed me with chillblains, and I was like, what?

People's Victorian era grandparents got chillblains. I mean, you read about them in dusty old books where people pace what windswept moors pining over lost love.

Chillblains, isn't that something like consumption that people don't even talk about anymore?

Don't worry, dear, she told me. Just make sure you wear nice warm woolen socks around the house. You'll be better in no time.

Sigh. Woolen socks. Seriously? Speaking of the Victorian era. 🤣