One week into the shingle life

Hmmm, that title sounds a bit like a newly divorced woman with a speech problem, but I assure you Left Brain is still with me...as are the nasty itchy cursed splotches.

Why do these things form just out of reach to be scratched?

There were a couple of days of hibernation, only surfacing to use the bathroom and take in food so I could take the pills three times a day.  And on the third day she rose!  Hmm, sounds biblical. 

I had all that renewed energy of someone coming out of a coma and couldn't wait to catch up on everything all at once.  I should have known that would be short lived.

We started by going to breakfast and then returning home for a while.  Then I decided I'd like to get out and see a movie so we took in "Race"...an incredible film.  

Did you know that the White House didn't acknowledge Jesse Owens win of four gold medals until twenty five years after the fact?  And when he and his wife arrived for the banquet being held in his honor they were not allowed to enter through the front door, but instead had to use the servants entrance and come in through the kitchen.

Here the US was condemning the Nazi regime for it's treatment of Jews and gypsies while we continued to make live miserable for the blacks in our country...that we brought in as slaves in the first place.  This left a sour taste in my mouth, and we obviously have a long way left to go.

My earlier plans of going shopping, visiting the Flea Market and many other ideas faded away by the time we returned to our cozy little RV.  I guess I'm not as recovered as I'd thought.

Last night was miserable as I thrashed around in pain and with itching, unable to slide into the slumber I so desperately desired.  I think there may be another nap in my future this afternoon.  Perhaps this is a new way of life for me now, naps after lunch.  But I'm still keeping my fingers crossed that I will be able to play pickleball on Thursday as my opportunity for doing so is running out quickly.

Long Itch the Queen