I was awakened by pain this morning that turns out to be from a big patch of blisters on my left side in the back, and some in the front. I had chickenpox severely as a child, that's the virus, and it often strikes as shingles in the immune-suppressed, so I was aware shingles was a possibility. It sure looks and feels like that.
It is Sunday, of course, but that's better than if it were Friday night,
when I usually get sick. I'll see my GP tomorrow and also call the
transplant nurse. They have anti-virals . . .
More painkillers is about the only good news I
can see in this.
In the words of the song, Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down, oh yes Lord.