Warning; this is a 'me-centric' post.
It's official. I have shingles. And I did not appreciate until this week how horrid it truly is.
Can't sleep, can't sit. Can't walk without looking like a ministry of funny walks advert. Hmmm. Not good.
I can only describe the sensation as like having an army of invisible elves running up and down your torso with pick axes. Thank heaven for 'fell a horse' painkillers. And thank you for listening to my whinge-fest. I'll go now before I milk it too far but, trust me, complaining is the only thing I'm succeeding at right now. Laters.