Did I Say "Hives?" I Wish. . . ! *
 
So the P.A. at Urgent Care asked me, "did you diagnose yourself?"  Actually, I did.  And I was right (-wish I had been wrong).  Couldn't sleep last night because of the searing pain, and woke D.H. up around 3:45 a.m. to research "shingles" on the web.  He had no idea what I was talking about, but I did, having read about it quite a while back (and knowing that my uncle had it, and he said it was...awful...).  But I had a hunch about my symptoms, and (I'm really thrilled  about this part) I was right: I have Shingles .  Herpes Zoster. Dormant Varicella virus.  Which just hybernated happily in my innocent, unsuspecting body from the time I had chicken pox as a wee child, waiting for the right moment to rear its ugly head--you know the moment--the one where you 1) have no income, and 2) have no medical insurance, and are 3) stressed to the gills --yes,  that  moment. All my initial symptoms, which at the time seemed totally unrelated and even nebulous, at that-...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
