Oh, no worries, Sean. I mean, yes - I hate that apartment. But at the same time, it's fine. We'll move when we're meant to move and into somewhere fan-fucking-tastic.

Seriously. All these months of couples counseling have made me very zen about stuff I can't control.

My morning included: Doctor appointment, flat tire on the way to doctor appointment topped off by the cherry of a possible diagnosis of shingles.

I'm hoping the rash isn't shingles and just dermatitis or a fungal thing. Doc gave me Lotrimin for a first try but she really seemed to think it was shingles. I'm not overly stressed and I haven't been ill recently so I don't really know why she seemed set on that diagnosis.

If the Lotrimin works, it won't matter. But if it is shingles, the Lotrimin will make the rash worse. Then I'm to call the doc and she'll call in another prescription for me. Eh.

She didn't give you the antiviral for the Shingles, just in case? It's really important to take that early on in the outbreak, if it is Shingles. Where is the rash, Cashmere? Is it only on one side? What does it look like? Is there pain?

I ask all these questions because I've had a lot of Shingly people in my life: grandfather, mother, f-i-l, s-i-l, co-worker. I vill diagnos you trough ze internets and it vill be mayickal.

Somehow, "Law Enforcement for City of Sexual Repression + Real Live Kink + Inappropraite Casual Hostility" strikes me as a scary combination.

Ditto what Sean says. Even if he is in Florida. And I'm sorry this weekend The Boy is in DC. Totally sucks. I hereby grant you permission for a Graeter's run!

Cashmere, when my grandfather had Shingles, he said it was the single most painful thing he'd ever experienced. This is a guy who dealt with shrapnel in WW2 and anesthesia-free dentistry. I seriously doubt that you've got it.

Cashmere, when my grandfather had Shingles, he said it was the single most painful thing he'd ever experienced.

It manifests very differently depending on where it shows up and the age of the person, I think.

But, still hoping it's just the fungus, Cashmere! and that the ointment makes it disappear soonest!

In health update news, S's fever has broken now, too. Is good. We're both now left with essentially a chest cold, which has plenty enough "we still feel like crap" to go around for the both of us.

We did wake up in the middle of the night fighting.

W.T.F??? I have no frigging clue how that happened, but it was ugly; and even though it worked itself out pretty quickly, it's made for a crappy, crappy morning that's left both of us tender and defensive.

Woke up fighting.

(Basically, S woke up and was very, VERY angry with me for something really rude and nasty I'd done to her in a dream. This woke me up and I couldn't figure out what she was so upset about, and on my best days I react poorly to being woken up, so it made me very cranky. She still hasn't told me what I did to her in her dream)

I'd just cut it all off like a too-long hemline.

This is my favorite piece of advice...perhaps ever SA. I'm going to use it with my clients!

Steph, many wishes for peace of mind. I just quit a volunteer gig where everyone was actually quite nice and supportive...I just didn't have the energy for it anymore. Even that was difficult to do...your thing? The definition of 'where do people get OFF!?'

Seriously, shear that guy off the end of your existential petticoat. He's not worth your energy and you don't deserve his stain.

eta: because s is not a c.

Nothing worse that night-time fights that seep into daylight. So sorry, Sean.

It manifests very differently depending on where it shows up and the age of the person, I think.

Yup. Good thing Teppy's not 90!!

Ugh, Cash. I really hope you don't have shingles.

Basically, S woke up and was very, VERY angry with me for something really rude and nasty I'd done to her in a dream.

I have had Aims not talk to me for two whole days for something Dream!Joe did that Actual!Joe would never do.

It is of the insane-making.