Medical school is ruining me. For breakfast one morning this weekend I had poached eggs with runny yolks - and for 48 full hours, I nervously waited for Salmonella or Campylobacter symptoms (which, by the way, never showed up). But even worse, there was a bird on my friend's window sill when we woke up on Saturday morning. She said that birds always hang out there and that her air conditioning unit is covered in bird poop. A normal person might have thought, "Oh that's annoying." But all I could think about was that she was going to end up with histoplasmosis! Histoplasmosis, really? I need help. And apparently so does Johnny Cash.
(fast forward to 1:30 to hear about his bout with histoplasmosis)