No, not the kind that goes on the roof of a house. The red, boo-boo looking, achey, hurting kind stemming from the chicken pox virus. Ever since last Thursday I've had an achey spot on the left side of my back which radiated to the front. I figured I just pulled a muscle during a work-out. But when it didn't get better, I had Michael look at the area.
"It's spider bites," he proclaimed. "I get 'em every now and then:" And he didn't stop there. In his estimation I must have a low pain tolerance and am a real wuss. He wouldn't accept my assessment that it was shingles - I was making it all up, he claimed.
I toughed it out until yesterday's doctor's appointment. Yep, it's shingles. Now taking two prescriptions in addition to the Advil I was already using. Bit better today, I think. Now, if I could just avoid stress.
Anybody want to adopt a 61-year-old Englishman?