Guess who has two thumbs and shingles?
This girl right here! :(
About a week ago, I started having weird back pain in one particular spot with no visible cause. It was worse when I was lying down (predictably, it was on the side I sleep on), so I assumed that it was a loose spring in my mattress or something. Oh well, happens.
Then one day I scratched my back and--hey, what are all these bumps? They covered a small patch on my back, about the size of a halfdollar. My skin's ridiculously sensitive, so my new thought was just a rash, happens all the time. Then they started hurting. A lot. To the extent where I couldn't sleep more than half an hour or so at a time because the pain was waking me up. Yeah, give me meds plz?
Skip forward a day (the doctor's office was closed because of a snowstorm), and I'm having my first non-pediatrician doctor visit. (Yup, the last time I was ill enough to require a doctor, I was young enough for a pediatrician. I'm luckily healthy.) The diagnonsis? Shingles. Biogeek triumphant, I had thought that's what it was.
So now I'm on an antiviral and pain meds. One pill takes the pain away and makes the world happen in slightly slow motion; two pills, and I can't feel nothin' at all, and moving is like swimming through Jello. I hate this. I can't wait til I'm over it.
About a week ago, I started having weird back pain in one particular spot with no visible cause. It was worse when I was lying down (predictably, it was on the side I sleep on), so I assumed that it was a loose spring in my mattress or something. Oh well, happens.
Then one day I scratched my back and--hey, what are all these bumps? They covered a small patch on my back, about the size of a halfdollar. My skin's ridiculously sensitive, so my new thought was just a rash, happens all the time. Then they started hurting. A lot. To the extent where I couldn't sleep more than half an hour or so at a time because the pain was waking me up. Yeah, give me meds plz?
Skip forward a day (the doctor's office was closed because of a snowstorm), and I'm having my first non-pediatrician doctor visit. (Yup, the last time I was ill enough to require a doctor, I was young enough for a pediatrician. I'm luckily healthy.) The diagnonsis? Shingles. Biogeek triumphant, I had thought that's what it was.
So now I'm on an antiviral and pain meds. One pill takes the pain away and makes the world happen in slightly slow motion; two pills, and I can't feel nothin' at all, and moving is like swimming through Jello. I hate this. I can't wait til I'm over it.