Today is the last day of my taking the acyclovir for the shingles. I don’t know whether it’s the drug or the shingles, but whatever it is, it’s wiping me out. I just feel weak and sick and can’t wait for this to pass. I am trying hard to ignore it all, but it’s all coming on too strong to ignore. I’m trying to drink lots of fluids, but it’s a challenge between the nausea that won’t quit and the nasty taste in my mouth that transfers to everything, especially to the water, which I normally enjoy. The blisters are fading, but they are still stinging with pain, mostly at night when I’m relaxing or trying to sleep.
Early to bed, perhaps, may be a good idea. Guess I’ll get one of the head-warmer knit hats my sister Jennifer sent to me during the holidays, and go play my singing bowl. Maybe I’ll drift off to a peaceful place and sleep off these annoyances.
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