I knew it was to good to be true. I was feeling great last week. I couldn't believe how good I was feeling. But Thursday I started getting pretty sore again. So sore in fact that on Friday I called and asked for more vicodin. I couldn't figure out what was wrong. My skin was soooo sensitive. It hurt to touch anything on my abdomen. And then in an ambien haze of absolute pain on Sunday night I saw it. A spot that very closely resembled shingles. Seriously. I just had shingles six months ago. My worst enemy (who doesn't really exist) doesn't deserve to have shingles EVER, and absolutely no one deserves to have them twice. In six months. So, needless to say, I'm in pain. Lots and lots of pain. I would rather have surgery again than shingles. Basically the only thing that relieves the pain is to lay in bed very very still. Yuck. I'm sick of laying around.
Luckily I started some meds today and last time I was on these meds it went away pretty quickly. Praying it does the same this time!
While at the doctor today he also "cleaned" out the wound again, took out the "debris" which is as gross as it sounds. This whole packing the wound thing is getting old and from what I hear I have a ways to go. Blech.
In just two short days I will have a teenager in my house. Seriously. Almost 13 years ago I was barely 20 years old about ready to have my first child. Scared to death of what that mant. He has been such a blessing to us, Love that boy!
Wishing everyone a great and safe holiday weekend!