Saturday, May 18, 2013
When I was 3...almost 4...
I had chicken pox. I don't remember much about it, just some itching and an image of me in my parents' 1950 something Pontiac, watching our small town Memorial Day Parade from the car while I scratched my spots. Fast forward a decade or 5 and here we are...this week, I was diagnosed with shingles. This is a blast from the past I could do without but I'm actually wicked lucky. I sought treatment early and am maintaining as long as I stay on my anti-virals and pain meds. Not lovin' it but we'll cope. Better living through chemistry... the pain is manageable and I'm still upright.
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Oh Dee...Bob had a bout a couple of years ago (they
thought the pain was due to a tooth infection and
he was given an unnecessary root canal). Two days later rash, more pain...
and a shingles diagnosis. Be sure to get the shingles
shot...I did and I am so glad! Take care, try not to
stress (ha!) and rest...please!
Can't believe Tanya will be 16!!!!
Fondly, Elisa
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