I have shingles.
I did get the vaccine last year – I am lucky enough to be insured by a company that pays 100% for this vaccine for members over 50 years old.
Last Tuesday and Wednesday, my upper left butt cheek was burning all day – I just assumed that my sensitive skin was acting up. On Thursday night, I noticed some itching and after several abruptly aborted attempts to view my own ass in the mirror, I made my husband check out my butt.
Yeah, as you can imagine, he was real excited. So, he tells me he can see about 8 -10 little bumps. I yelled,” God Damn it, I know I have shingles!!”
He responded, “How could you possibly know you have shingles – you always have to be so dramatic!”
Pulling my underwear up with a snap – well as much of a snap as a year old pair of Hanes, Just My Size Hi-Cut underwear can have after a zillion washings, I glared at him and said, “I told you I have shingles and the Dr. will agree with my diagnosis tomorrow!”
Promptly the next morning, I saw the Dr. who confirmed my diagnosis. She told me that the vaccine is not 100%, but the fact that I had the vaccine should minimize the side effects from the shingles. She also prescribed Valtrex which is used to treat cold sores and genital herpes so I’m covered from one end to the other.
The meds make me sleepy and mean. Yesterday, I unfriended several people on Facebook and I made the cat sleep on Don’s side of the bed.
Yes, I can be a bitch when provoked.