OK, I'm not in a good mood. Could even be called a rotten mood. I don't run in the direction of self-pity very often, but today, I may indulge it. Well, maybe for 60 minutes.
I have shingles. On my forehead and scalp. Yes, I have been to the doctor, yes I am taking antiviral medication, yes I had chicken-pox as a kid (I was one of 7 kids - we got everything). Aside from the pain - which is nothing to sneeze at, here is why I am cranky---------
Today, I believe that if one gets Rheumatoid Arthritis (RA) in your thirties and has Sudden Cardiac Arrest (SCA) in your fifties, you should get a flipping bye on some of this other crap like shingles. Yes, I know that RA raises the risk of shingles (compromised immune system and all that), yes, I know the medication for RA further raises the risk (more compromising), but still. Should get a bye. Certainly, all survivors of SCA should be able to skip this one. Really --- just because I say so. Well, I'll bet we would all say so.
Cranky, self-indulgent, irritated. Don't like having to take pain medication during the workday. Fretting about how to wash my hair. To crawl out of this pity session, I will remind myself that generally, I don't care about infirmities that I know will be going away in a few days. But screw it, I'm going to just be cranky for another 45 minutes or so.
This could be the most boring post I have ever put up there. Or I sure hope that it is. Blessedly, it appears it will be short. I can't seem to make shingles funny.
Welcome any help there is on that.
Monday, November 7, 2011
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Wow. Nothing funny about that. What you need is sympathy - at least 45 minutes worth. And you have mine!
ReplyDeleteToday is my birthday - the 'earthly' one - and the greatest gifts to me are my friends. On "my day", Marty, I am wishing you all the good things that you want and need. I pray for your health and many years of happiness. You are a wonderful person.
THANK YOU, Marty, for being my friend.