Oh that Doctor Cat, such a jokester - Happy Caturday!
Anywhore, I'm feeling better - the Percocet takes care of the pain, but makes me stoopid stoopider an idiot. And the 24 inches long by 6 inches wide (for you size queens) band of shingles blisters is slowly becoming less oozy and more scabby. Which, believe it or not, is a good thing.
It looks like I'll be able to go back to work on Monday, which is somewhat of a mixed blessing. On the one hand, It will be nice to actually EARN AN INCOME again - which should please my landlord and the good people at Arby's. On the other (scabby) hand, an entire week's work will be waiting for me when I walk in the door. Oy.
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