Get abroad the self-pity express.
But I’m not doing so hot and I’m afraid that I might have slipped on when I was taking pictures of my bunny slippers to post to Instagram.
The only part of me I want to photograph at the moment.
I look a mess.
I cried off a lot of mascara, wiped down the face with makeup removing wipe, but I still look pretty wrecked.
I had to cancel my Friday after work client.
I went to the doctor today.
It’s official.
I have shingles.
And motherfucker.
They hurt!
I am in a lot of pain.
I was tentatively offered narcotics, my doc knows my history though and I was pretty up front about not wanting anything hard.
So I’m doing 600mg of ibuprofen three times a day for pain management.
Frankly.
Hasn’t seemed to work for shit.
But who knows, I’m not going to not take them as the pain is god awful.
I had one spot of shingles yesterday and now I have them all over my right hip and wrapped around to the small of my back.
Tiny red patches of blisters.
Just makes me want to cry.
I’m on house arrest.
I’m contagious, to anyone who’s not had chicken pox, for a few days until the antiviral meds kick in.
I should be fine by the end of the weekend, I’m on a seven-day course for the meds, but I’m being on the safe side of things.
I cancelled all my clients for Saturday, tomorrow.
Aside from the ethical ramifications I really didn’t know if I could sit through four therapy clients.
Sometimes just shifting where I’m sitting is enough to make me gasp out loud in pain.
I’m trying to stay pretty still.
And the pain has progressively gotten worse throughout the day.
Fortunately for me the doctor said we caught it fast enough so the antiviral should kick it out within the week.
I fucking hope so.
I cannot handle this for too long.
My person said it was God trying to slow me down.
Fuck slowing me down.
I’m at a full on dead stop.
I couldn’t even really do homework today.
I just felt demoralized.
I cancelled on the friend’s birthday party I was supposed to go to tomorrow night and I also cancelled my dentist appointment for tomorrow plus the ladies I usually meet with on Sunday as well as my person I normally meet with.
I’ll just be staying home, watching the sky change colors and trying to not cry.
I suppose I’ll give into the schoolwork, I don’t feel that I can not attend to it, but not tonight, obviously.
Netflix and chill.
A very, very, very still.
Chill.
Sigh.
Auntiebubba 