Rats!  Jo Beth had the rash on her arms again.

Jo Beth had been the Rash Queen, growing up.   Red, scaly
hands.  Big pink patches on the fronts and backs of her knees
and the insides of her elbows and forearms.  Itchy, itchy days
and nights.   Her mom made her take baths in oatmeal—yuck—
and smear vaseliney gunk all over—disgusting!   Her sheets
were always grimy with the stuff.  She even had to sleep with
socks on her hands, to stop scratching in her sleep. When the
rashes cleared, they left behind white areas that wouldn't tan.  

In college, thanks to makeout sessions, her mouth and chin
looked a lot like Fred Flintstone's.  She was so embarrassed.

This time, Jo Beth took herself to the famous Cedars Sinai and
saw a highly-recommended dermatologist-to-the-stars.   He told
her it was eczema, and gave her a cream.  It had no effect.

Tough luck, Jo Beth.  
The Rash

She gets a rash.  Big deal.
Study Questions:
Naw...I got nothin'.  It's just a rash.
That was "rash", you dummy.