Oh, man, Jess, that does sound miserable. I have no useful things to say, but you certainly have my sympathy.
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Shingles is a miserable thing. And I hear you on the chronic pain thing. I can't take most painkillers, and am a big baby. Not a good combo. Grateful that I haven't needed to take them often.
Shingles is miserable (nothing new, just agreeing). I haven't had it, but I know it's bad. Jess, could you get a supportive camisole of some sort? I resorted to those when I badly bruised my ribs and they helped. I sort of bounced more than I like but it was something.
I'm sorry, Jess. That sounds super-miserable.
Dear body, you just had lunch. You are not hungry, even though work and the internet are stressing you out. No, a cookie would not make it better. Not really. Even though you would cut a bitch for some chocolate right now.
No, a cookie would not make it better. Not really. Even though you would cut a bitch for some chocolate right now.
Seriously, I just downed a grapefruit and a bunch of strawberries to keep from M&Ms.
Thanks guys. On top of everything else, I've been trying so hard not to put pressure on the shingles that I managed to pinch a nerve on the other side of my back, which is making it SUPER AWESOME every time I have to move my head or stand up. Fuck bodies, man. I'm ready to be a head in a jar with wifi access.
Oh, wow, that's terrific!
Oh, Jess, that sounds awful.
What a trial. It really grinds at you.