Okay, I just want to let you all know you're not going to see much of me for the next few days. Lory went to bed early last night with a fever and a headache, and when she woke up this morning she had blisters on the left side of her face. Obviously concerned, we called Urgent Care and set up a video appointment. The nice doctor told us she has Shingles. She's going to be fine. The doc faxed a prescription to our drugstore and she has to take antibiotics for the next eight days. Those pills are big enough to choke a horse but she's getting them down. She'll be okay in a few days but in the meantime it's bed rest and around the clock care. Me and the dog are going to be sleeping on the couch for awhile.
You know, this could have been avoided if she had just gotten her Shingles vaccination. I got mine in 2019 and I'm fit as a fiddle. But no, my brave little native princess, whose ancestors are among the fiercest warriors who ever existed, is scared shitless of going to the doctor and needles. She just absolutely refuses any type of vaccination. The thing is, Lory is the first to admit she's a bad native. Besides being afraid of doctors, heights and wild animals, she hates camping, she hates the outdoors and she hates roughing it. She'll take a four star hotel with a nice soft bed and room service anyday of the week. In other words, she's a wimp. But she knows it. And I love her with all my heart anyway so to me it doesn't matter.
Now before the old jokes start, I just want to say that the shingles vaccine is recommended to anyone 50 and older. I know some of you are getting close to that age if you're not there already. Regular trips to the doctor and taking better care of yourself is just something you're going to have to deal with as you get older. But the way I look at it, yes I may be elderly now but I'm just glad I'm still alive. Having to deal with inconvenience is a whole lot better than being dead.
So a word to the wise and all that. Anyway, take care of yourselves and I'll see you all soon.