Things were going on as swimmingly well as possible, even as this global pandemic still has us sheltering-in-place.
Until….yet another challenge presents– in what seems as another mountain to climb– to get to the other side of a semblance of normal (whatever that is anymore.)
And yet, mine is minuscule compared to many stories with devastating outcomes.
That said, still…in the middle of the night, when pain was shooting through my left eyeball, I found myself whispering that if I didn’t have any bad luck I’d have none at all.
To recap the last month: first there was the root canal less than a month ago. Peachy keen fun that was. Then there was a tooth extraction and bone graft a week later in preparation for a dental implant. None of this planned of course! The silver lining in all of that was four days of being face down in mashed potatoes. I honestly thought that was rather lovely as eating bowls of mashed potatoes is not normal fare for me.
I even sailed through the post oral surgery stuff quite nicely, without the need of taking strong painkillers.
I’m so badass!
Until this weekend.
It began with strange headaches…quite unusual for me…progressing to pressure and tingling. Then Saturday morning I wake up with a rash on my forehead.
“Lord have mercy this hurts,” I tell my husband in passing just before leaving the house on our early morning walk with The Poodle.
“What hurts?” he asks.
“I’ve got this stupid rash that showed up overnight.”
He takes a look and his response is immediate.
“That looks like Shingles.”
I thought my head was going to explode….and not just from a bout of shooting pain. Shit! Why now?! Why at all?! And, why on my face of all places!
“For the love of God what’s next?!” I yelled, as I chugged down a glass of water and Tylenol.
“Well…It is the year of the cicada.”
In fairness, he was immediately consoling and understandably worried too. You’ve got to get that looked at before it gets closer to your eye.
My thought in that exact moment?
I need to make a trip to the store for Bob Evans garlic mashed potatoes.
So kind reader….This morning I had my first ever virtual doctor’s appointment. It was surprisingly pleasant though admittedly, for this 62-year old, surreal.
“Yes…it looks like shingles is what you’ve got alright.” confirmed the lovely young doctor. I tell her I had received a shingles vaccination six years ago but, after a quick Google search, I learned that particular type vaccine was only good for about five years. The new vaccine, Shingrix, I learned, works wondrously better but it is not always easy to find. The doc this morning confirmed this.
Hopefully, as soon as this bitch of a development clears up I will be able to get the new vaccine.
Lest you think I might be ready to throw myself off a tall mountain, fear not! Yesterday, for the first time since March 14th I was thrilled beyond belief to able to purchase this much coveted item. I am, over the moon with gratitude.
Who knew toilet paper could elicit so much joy and excitement?
Bliss-out peeps any way you can!