I beg whoever is out there sticking pins in a voodoo doll with a big nose, a gizzard neck and other features that mimic mine to please stop. Whatever I did to warrant your wrath these past two years, I apologize. Indeed, tell me where to wire what’s left of our savings account, and you shall have it all. Just stop sticking those pins in the doll.
Yesterday, after taking one look my right side, Mike, my family doc, told me I have VZV. That’s the varicella zoster virus. I contracted it when I had childhood chicken pox. It is now active again.
In short, and despite the fact that I have had the booster shot, I am sporting the ever so attractive SHINGLES. The blisters are on my pretty face, in my gorgeous hair, on my manly chest and extending to one of my massive shoulders.*
By the way, it hurts like hell and no one has much of an idea for how long that is likely to last. I have been prescribed Lyrica for pain and Valacyclovir to slow down the virus. At least for a while, I can’t take the normal dose of the pain medication because of my recent kidney problems. That is, I am to suck it up insofar as the pain is concerned at least until we see how I tolerate the medication.
Can I work? Sure. But, the poor lawyers for next week’s jury trial may find me a bit more caustic than normal. That said, I promise not to yell profanities at them–at least not in front of the jury.**
* Sadly, it is the nature of the disease that I can’t spread it to other people–damn it!
** One good thing has resulted from this unpleasant experience. I found the “Shingles Song.” So bad it’s good. Enjoy.