The name of this entry was going to be “10 Things I Hate About You,” Right now there’s just one thing I really, sincerely, loathe: the fact that I’ve got shingles.
Tuesday morning I was awakened by a painful sensation on the inside of my right elbow. When I looked at that spot, there was a collection of bright red smudgy dots. They felt like tiny sunburns. A few hours later, the spots had multiplied and my whole arm was aching.
I called the doctor, headed in to be seen, and surprise! The chemotherapy drugs left me wide open, a virus that plagued me twenty five years ago decided to take advantage, and here I am. With shingles.
I don’t care that it’s a mild case and I’ve got antivirals to curtail it. This latest, weirdest wrinkle is fucking with my strategy and my head.
The medications, the surgeries, the procedures, the side effects … all that physical stuff is horrible, just horrible. But I’m here to tell you that the physical stuff is neither the worst nor the hardest part. The worst thing is the uncertainty, and the hardest part is counterbalancing that uncertainty with just the right amount of knowledge.
medicinal sausage 