Thursday, 5 November 2015


I don't think of myself as being "older".  Last March I slipped on the ice near Athabasca Falls and dislocated a couple of ribs.  I was so sore and nervous after that experience that I walked across ice like an old lady.  Last weekend I thought the skin between my eyebrows was starting to break out in a monster pimple.  My girlfriend saw me on Sunday morning and said, "That looks like shingles."  Monday morning the sore on my skin looked at lot more like shingles so I took myself off to emergency at seven am before work.  As an aside, I would highly recommend this time as a good time to visit the emergency department.  I got in and out in two hours with a diagnosis of shingles and a prescription for an antiviral medication. 

I wasn't sure if I should go to work or not so made a bunch of phone calls and decided to stay home for the day.  Turns out as long as the vesicles are scabbed over I won't infect anyone with chickenpox.  I especially worry about my immunocomprimised patients.  They don't need chickenpox on top of everything else.  So now I'm on an antiviral and the skin between my eyebrows is swollen, red, itchy, burning and painful.  My nose is slightly swollen and my glasses don't fit well.  The swelling has caused a lovely looking drooping of the skin on the inside of my eyes. 

This morning the vesicles broke open and started weeping.  I tried getting hold of the casual nurse but no luck so I covered up the open area between my eyes with a lovely arrangement of bandaids.  The big guy looked at me and smirked.  I told him to fuck off.  He said it was very sexy and I told him to fuck off again.  And then as the big guy and I walked from the parkade into the building I hit a patch of ice and fell flat on my back, breaking the fall with my head.  WTF!

I burst into tears and couldn't stop sobbing.  After ice packs, hugs and an x-ray, the big guy drove me home and this is where I sit. 

I feel old.  I look old but my in my mind I don't feel any different than I ever have.  It's strange how the person we are inside doesn't age the same was as our body does.  I know I'm older and I am wiser but when I look in a mirror, it's shocking.  I'm starting to look like my mother. 

9 comments:

  1. Oh jesus. I would have sobbed too.

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  2. What a rough time you are having! I hope this case of shingles is short lived and you get back to normal soon.

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  3. My parents had a sign in their house that said We're not old, just recycled teenagers. It use to make me laugh, now I understand it.

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  4. My parents had a sign in their house that said We're not old, just recycled teenagers. It use to make me laugh, now I understand it.

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  5. Aaack. I am so sorry. What a rotten day. When it rains it pours.

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  6. Oh, you poor darling. On its own all of this sucks but added together is just horrible. You stay at home and just let yourself feel miserable for a few days. Seriously. Sometimes we just need to feel like crap and not try to fight it. xo

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  7. Oh, fucking no. This post was so sad to me -- and just -- well -- sad. I wish I lived nearby to come visit you, perhaps make gentle fun of your band-aided nose and forehead and hold your hand. Get better soon. You're not REALLY old, yet.

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  8. Good hell...if anyone can sympathize about "weeping" blisters it is surely me! I was given a silver cream for mine and that seems to be helping. But...yes...it is so unsightly. Luckily, mine are only on my chest and in my armpit...And I got a shingles shot years ago and have never regretted it. Get well soon!

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