Feb 26, 2005 08:02
I woke up last night arould 3am to the lovely sensation of shingles-blisters-goo dripping down my face. When these things fester, they motherfucking FESTER! So yeah, that's um, gross. I'm lonely, but strangely no one wants to hang out with me...hmm...could it be the leaking blisters on my face? Maybe...
I called the ER last night and spoke to a nurse who apparently had no time for my quick question: should I bandage them or not. They're leaking. A lot. She said to call my regular doctor (who, duh, isn't in around 8pm when I called her holding a paper towel to my head) or to come into the ER, but definitely don't bandage them. So I followed daddy's advice and called CVS to speak to my favorite pharmacist in the whole wide world - Irina! She suggested I use diaper rash cream to help dry them up. I wanted to squeeze as much infections looking stuff out as possible, and then use the diaper rash cream to dry them up. So daddy brought me home two kinds of diaper rash cream. What a good daddy.
Who knew that shingles was such a high maintenance disease?
I have to go eat my breakfast and take my drugs now. I feel like I have AIDS, taking all these superpowered antiviral medications. At least it's only for 7 days and not for the rest of my life. I haven't been able to start my new med from Dr. H. because it's supposed to give me energy and I'm supposed to sleep and rest as much as possible to let the shingles heal. How motherfucking convenient! But I'm doing my best and that's all that I can do!
PS. How many types of herpes ARE there?