Day eight. See how much better this is looking? You don't. Well, admittedly, me either - but I haven't wept uncontrollably for two days and this, I assure you, is progress. Weeping and depression are two of the side-effects they don't mention in articles.
Today the Doctor actually issued me a corticosteroid ointment. To tell you the truth, I'm not confident anything will help, but I'm desperate enough to try and desperate enough to beg for anything that might. It's that or spend the next three or four weeks wearing high necklines and scarves wound around my neck. It's August, for the love of god. August.
Today was the new boyfriend's birthday. I'd rallied a little and planned to cover up suitably (I am not contagious) and take him out to dinner. However, it seems he is a little Howard Hughesish about rashes and wasn't about to take the doctor's word that he wasn't in danger. I believe that was sufficient reason to push him into the ex-new boyfriend category in my mind. Instead, I took Weedy and her husband out because, frankly, by this afternoon, if I had to stare at the walls of my apartment or go without human company a minute longer I'd have gone stark raving mad.
On the up-side, I can start the medication for the bladder infection just as soon as I finish the anti-virals! Party!
And P.S. I have decided that my immune system is not the only thing past its best-before date. The dating pool is, at best, a stagnant pond full of bottom dwellers and slugs. The good part is that I no longer care.
Thank you for allowing me to rant. Stay tuned for the huge spiritual realization that will follow all of this. I'm grinning. Really.
8 comments:
A "adult" guy with a rash issue is just... is just... ugh. Not worth the bother, really. At a certain point, anyone with a purely visual deal breaker, is a deal breaker. You want someone who will stand by you, see you exactly the same, even if you were badly burnt, in a car wreck, fighting cancer. Feh on anyone so shallow.
My, my, my.... doesn't that look painful. And a bladder infection to boot! Speedy recovery, m'dear.
Regarding the boyfriend.... I agree with Zhoen. He is not a real man. Wave to the butterfly as he flutters away.
I bet you had a better time with Weedy and hubby anyway. Those are real people... real Canadians. Did you have Kraft dinner? (giggle)
Hi Zhoen, KD...Yep. It's a bit shallow, isn't it? Especially considering he hasn't seen the rash and wouldn't have. I'm with Zhoen about illness & injury - it wouldn't change my feelings towards someone or cause me to back off and I guess I expect the same. And good grief - we were only talking about dinner here!
Anyway (KD)we went to Tarak's - and had fabulous middle eastern food. The company was excellent! Kraft dinner. Bite your tongue!
I can hardly wait for the spiritual realization! (it WILL involve beads, right?)
I don't blame you - I'd kick that to the curb myself!
Hang in there, little lamb! I hate that you're suffering like this, but I'm thankful the crying jags have stopped and hope you are well on the mend. Will be sending cool soothing breezes of thought your way.
Oh my darling. Your pithiness and wisdom only grow more bright through these trials and tribulations. (I know that's a HUGE consolation!)
I have a special sympathy for vexing skin conditions...never had shingles but have had severe eczema at different times in my life and it itched so badly that tearing the skin off and pouring boiling water over it sounded like the only ticket to relief...
If I could, I would take you out to dinner AND give you lots of hugs!
Oh Yeesh!
I hope you heal quickly - and shame on new-boyfriend. Dinner with you must be delightful, even with shingles, so his loss.
Have not been by for a while and then forget that you have changed your template and then forget to look at older posts.
Is he worth the trouble?
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