"That's Some Cold Shit"

So I'm at the Doc's Office trying to figure out what this newly-developed red and itchy mysterious rash is on my neck. Eliminating allergies, poison ivy and any other know causes, the Doc then proceeds to look at me with a smirk, saying that I have an infection...An infection that "young" people get. And though I tried to tell her that I have not been out shakin' my tailfeather with any random boys she still insisted that I had picked it up somewhere on campus. From her tone and her look of condescension I couldn't help but think that she pictured me neckin' with strange boys since that's where the "distribution" is...Perfectly in make-out neckin' zone. Frankly I'd be happy if that's why I got it cuz at least then I would live up to the "young" stereotype and would have memories of a fun time while contracting said infection. But no, my age denotes sex and disease and this is what the Doc concludes within a span of say 1 minute talking to me. However, now I am left with a mysterious infection, no known cause, no medication, and a friggin' itchy neck!! Well you know what Doc? "That's some cold shit."