Fiery thorn in her — um — brain?

I was talking to someone today who had been diagnosed with fibromyalgia.  She seemed lucid, and then:

“I read one site,” she said, “that explained that in nineteen — well, in fifteen-whatever — when God destroyed the world with fire? — that he took the disease and put it in people so they would not forget.  And I asked, ‘What did I do so that the Dear Lord would make me suffer like this?!’”

Me: [blink.  blink.  blink.]

“Don’t go on the computer,” she implored.  “That shit will jack your mind.  For real.”

Me, internally: Oh, OK.  Let’s go with that.