Bloody fucking hell

[deathpixie]

I'd chalked up the chronic aches in my joints and fever flashes and nausea of the past three days to a return tour of the Lurghi I've had for the past couple of weeks, but this morning when I got out of the shower I was covered in red spots. Not wanting to bother Mum (who was still asleep) and Dad (who is still pretty churned up over Sue's death adn not coping with any kind of stress), I went in to work. Upon consulting with my co-workers, I went down to the doctor, and heard the happy news.

I have the chicken pox.

Good news is I should be over it by the time I fly out. Other good news is that I have the rest of the week off work because I'm still contagious. Bad news is that I can't go home today until this afternoon because Pete and Paula are going to the funeral of a popular police officer who died of cancer last week, and we have a video link at 1pm that we couldn't reschedule. So I get to stick around and get payback on the unhealthy public I deal with who gave this to me in the first place. But I'm not a happy camper, no siree.

I seriously can't believe this. Of all the fucking times to get chicken pox, I had to get it eleven days before I'm due to fly out for Walkabout... Least I know I was actually feeling sick these past few days and not being a hypochondriac.

Comments

[domarzione.livejournal.com]

My sympathies... I picked it up for the second time (yes, the second time) the week before mid-terms my sophomore year at university. My advice: oatmeal baths, calomine lotion, take the medicine if they gave it to you (I got an anti-herpes drug), baby oil to anoint yourself after the frequent showers to ease the itching, and stay the hell away from anyone with a camera (my otherwise beloved father visited me at the dorms bearing flowers, tons of fruit, and a camera and I still have the picture). Also, pack yourself a little lotion tube for your Walkabout so you can treat the pox-marks after the scabs come off. Don't pick the scabs -- they really do scar.

Also, and here's the ugly part -- I had a very severe case, but anyone over the age of twelve has to be very wary of complications. It's not always shingles. I had four months of ear infections afterwards, for example.

Best of luck to you.