Not The Way I Wanted to Start March
Friday, March 02, 2018
There are no really funny cartoons about shingles maybe because it's not a very funny subject matter
. But I'm going to try to smile through this new experience.
Yesterday I called my doctor for an immediate appointment and was fortunate to be seen the same day. It didn't take her long to confirm my amateur diagnosis (after my research on the Internet) of shingles. I'm trying to be accepting of it -- "at least it's not MRSA", I told her.
Even though it's made it's appearance on my upper earlobe, neck and jawline (which can have more complications)
-- I do think I'm getting off lightly. You wouldn't be able to see much if I wore my hair down, it's not too painful or itchy (I declined any pain meds), and I really don't have much in the way of other symptoms. No fever, not overly fatigued (at least not yet), no hearing loss. So -- so far, so good. And even though this started more than a week ago and it's best to get an antiviral as soon as possible, the doctor thinks it may do the trick seeing the rash was still starting to appear yesterday and the day before. Now, this might be more than you wanted to know about shingles (it eventually will occur in 1 in 3 people if they live long enough and is caused by having had chickenpox or the live vaccine). I know it's more than I wanted to know.
But I look at it this way: When I was 30 years old, my Mom died. When I was 50, I was told by my doctor that due to some heart issues I was "an explosion waiting to happen". So in my mind -- for years -- 62 was my magic number. If I could only live to that age, I'd be happy. Well, I'm now 68. And if shingles is part of the dues I pay for getting old -- well, what's the alternative? So I'm only explaining, not complaining. And I thank you for listening (if you made it this far).
This one's funnier! Just wanted my friends to know what was up. P.S. Other complications include confusion, memory loss or hallucinations. So if you see any of this going on in my posts, toss me an email would you? On the other hand, as my husband asked "How could anyone tell the difference?" Ha Ha