I am thirty-five. No, I'm not under any unusual stress. Things are great. The chicken pox virus decided to reactivate anyway.
I am not amused.
There's not a lot else to be said about it. Yes, it's painful. Let's talk about something else.
I decided I deserved a I Have Shingles present, and I was checking out my wishlist to see what I wanted to buy myself.
I decided on this glass from etsy. I wasn't feeling very optimistic, but this would be a nod to the Universe that I was trying.
It's no longer available.* The only glass the seller has in his/her store has a deer head on it.
Very funny, Universe.