Immune deficiency.
We ignore insane fluctuations in heat and cold (often within the same month) as well as hurricanes and other disasters. And we also ignore the cold that lingers for a month, somebody dying of cancer at a young age, and all the interesting ailments that nobody heard of ten or twenty years ago and that are now so prevalent: Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, Crohn's, etc.
Doctors (when you can see them) shrug and say, "Oh, it's an IMMUNE DEFICIENCY. Nobody knows where it comes from. Nobody knows when it will return." All they know is that "taking herbal remedies probably won't work, but there's no scientific studies and there never WILL BE, so go ahead and take it, but you better come running back to the Big Pharma stuff that will give you side effects worse than your ailment."
At best, you can say HAKUNA MATATA.
You know that phrase. Now that Africans are the minority du jour and Jews are old news, you say HAKUNA MATATA, not ISH KABIBBLE. Essentially, Blacks and Jews are united in shrugging, "Not to Worry." Or "Why Worry."
PILOMATRICOMA takes many shapes and forms. It's the Colorforms of cysts. See your doctor to be sure it IS a PILOMATRICOMA. It could be a wart, a pimple, or a tattoo of Herve Villechaize.
The best you can hope for, is you get something caused by immune deficiency, or "some kind of virus," or "we don't know what causes it," and it's BENIGN.
The doctor might happily tell the good and bad news: "It won't kill you, and it will go away in time." Like: "Oh, you've got vertigo...labyrinthitis...uh, it's cause by...we don't know...a virus, an inflammation, an immune deficiency...." Just lie down for a day, a week or a month and gradually you'll get better. There's no medication for it.
PILOMATRICOMA? Hakuna Matata! Don't worry. It's usually benign, and ugly is only skin deep. It can be layered off. Or dug into with a grapefruit spoon and chucked to the other side of Olive Garden, landing in somebody's all-you-can-eat platter of macaroni and cheese.
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