If I could sit down comfortably right now at a dining table, I’d probably be writing this with a cup of tea and a biscuit I don’t need.
Instead, I’m uncomfortable in pain and itching and driving myself nuts with trying to get comfortable.
Why?
Because I have shingles. Found out yesterday. After a long week of nerve pain thinking I had a trapped nerve in my spine. Then the welts started appearing Sunday.
The pain is a strange one. It’s not the usual ache you can stretch out or ignore with a hot water bottle and a can of Deep heat. No, this one is more like a collection of tiny electric probes stabbing you at random intervals just to keep things interesting. One minute I’m fine, the next minute I want to scream,
And the weirdest part is how it sneaks around your body. My back hurts and my side and part of my stomach. Everything is sore, sensitive, and slightly irritated. Ok maybe a LOT irritated.
So right now I’m doing the only sensible thing available to a person in this situation, moving very slowly, complaining quietly to myself, and wondering how something with such a quaint little name can make you feel like you’ve been attacked by invisible wasps. Oh and a few tears from discomfort and feeling a little alone in my suffering.
Apparently rest is the answer. Rest, tablets, patience. I’m not resting though, I have to work.
Which is convenient, because sarcasm is one thing I can still manage perfectly well and my mood they can all live with.
Meantime this here is my perfect dining setting.
CREDITS
Heritage Dining Set Dining set from Chez Moi at Cosmopolitan Event
Home bar cabinet from Chez moi
Plants from What Next
Collection shelf Dust Bunny
Isabelle Cheren 