Monday, July 11, 2011

When I say “shingles,” I’m not talking about your roof.

I have joked that since I got married, I can officially commence letting myself go.

I thought I was joking. Maybe I wasn’t.

First? I had a stress fracture in my foot. Then? Allergic reaction to gunk on stitches. Now?

Oh, Lord. I have shingles.

Seriously.

Yes, I have the chicken pox virus-induced magic that is shingles. Me, and a whole bunch of elderly people.

Perhaps this is a sign that I am worn down, since it typically strikes folks with compromised immune systems. Like cancer or AIDS patients, or the elderly. Or, you know, otherwise healthy 36-year-old women who recently had a stress fracture and some gross rashes.

To the uninitiated, shingles is a rash that’s crazily only on one side of your body. And, it’s in a line. And it itches like poison ivy but, because shingles is a crazy bitch, also hurts. Hurts like you are being stabbed with multiple pencils.

Today, I actually wondered if I could just cut the rash off of my body, because that surely wouldn’t be this crappy.

But the crappiest part of all? I can’t be around pregnant people until this shit goes away. Which, even with drugs and such, could be weeks.

There are 2 women at work who are pregnant.

I can’t go to work.

I called my boss, practically delirious. “I don’t know what to do! I’m so gross! And I would die if something happened because I was all around the pregnant ladies! I’m so gross!”

Like having chicken pox at age 4 made me gross and not just, you know, like the rest of the adult population.

So, I’m working from home until, like, further notice.

Alone.

I practically attacked My Guy when he got home from work today, and it’s only been 1 day. “How are you doing? How was work? What did you have for lunch?” Between that and my recent rash of oozing rashes? I am totally Dream Spouse.

Ick.

There are just some times when you are out of sorts, you know? And now would definitely be one of those times.

8 comments:

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

Oh, honey. I wish I could wrap you up in a hug. (I could, I'm not knocked up)
Such a painful, miserable thing to go through.

CheckerMom said...

Oh Sweetie!!! OMG! I'm so sorry! The only upside is the WFH thing (which I always automatically think is WTF, but you know...) Call me if you want snark, b/c how in the world are you going to get any at home???? Just sayin...!!!

Slow Panic said...

Ok, that is just flat out not fun at all. yuck. hope you feel better soon.

Janet said...

Oh no! I had that years ago, and I was only in my twenties. Under serious stress too though. It was not fun. I feel your pain!

Banjo @ Unfabulousness said...

Having shingles sucks..... sorry girl. Fingers crossed for a quick heal. And sending some extra patience your way for you and your guy.....

Gretchen said...

I have worked from home alone for 7 years now. It is an adjustment and there are certainly pros and cons.

Just an offer, I am not pregnant, nor plan to become so. I typically am at home working on Mondays and Wednesdays unless a meeting comes up. Since we are only 2 miles from each other I am happy to have a "work from home" party. Let me know. :)

sherilee said...

When I have a day at home, I often attack husband with a lot of chat as soon as he walks in the door. Meanwhile, he's been talking/in meetings all day... not always a good combo.

Enjoy the peace and quiet while you can, and I hope the shingles clear up quickly. My mom's had them--when she was young! like you! and stressed!--and they were painful. So sorry.

Ali said...

oh, girl. with the past few months you've had (wedding anxiety included!) you were PRIME for the pickin' for a case of shingles.

i've had them, too, and they are MISERY. i am SO sorry. but, take some deep breaths. take care of you. and feel better... SOON.