After at least two years being shingle free - which has been lovely. I have got poxy (no pun intended) shingles again!
When J was a toddler I had a patch of recurring shingles on my back - right in the middle, on my spine, in line with my waist. Any bug or stressful situations and whoop - up they'd come - make me feel like shit and itch and burn like mad. Then when J started being home-ed etc - it just stopped recurring - major relief.
Well for the last couple of weeks, I've felt off parr. Nothing concrete just under the weather, full of aches and pains that nobody dies of. Beginning of the week I noticed a couple of little itchy lumps on my side, online with my waist - I thought bites? Pimples? Last night they drove me mad and when I looked this morning they had spread and some looked like little blisters and the 1st two had scabbed over - I also felt pretty ill this morning - so I got M to have a looksie - and yep - they're back fucking, rotten, poxy-eyed, bastorial, hat-ratting, snot-gobbling, spunk bubbling shingles! Happy is not a word I would use to describe myself right at this minute *sigh* well at least they'll be gone before we go away for our break.
I'm going off to sit in the corner and sulk them out if exsistance.
Just keeping all crossed that J (who has never had chicken pox) doesn't now go down with it in time for our trip away - murphys and all that - I'm not holding my breath.