I tried to go back to work today. It didn’t work out very well; by the end of the day I was unable to concentrate on anything but the pain. So I talked to my bawessome, and will be working from home for the rest of the week. Since I have Monday (the 4th) off, It will work out to another full week of being housebound. I hope that one more week’s worth of recuperation will be enough to set me back on track and able to work with peers instead of cats for company. Since my hydrocodone will run out tomorrow, I’ll be very much on my own for pain management. That will be much easier without the stress of going to work. I have no idea how people dealt with this before the internet and VPN’s. I’m guessing short term disability, which so far I’ve been able to avoid.

My thoughts are very unfocused with the hydrocodone. Good thing I’ve given myself a week to put together a rough draft for each assignment and room to look at it a few days later with a fresh eye. I’m going to go ahead and continue to work on my homework tonight but I don’t want to turn anything without going over it free of this haze.

Speaking of homework I have some poetry to read.

I really hate driving in San Antonio. Trying to get to the airport this morning I maintained my record of getting lost every time I have to go anywhere in this city, GPS or no.

By the time we got to security I didn’t have the heart to request a pat-down instead of a full body scan. A pat-down right now would be pretty painful anyway.

I’m now sitting at the gate with 30 minutes to spare, and can finally take a hydrocodone and some benedryl. If there weren’t family at the end of today there’s no way I would bother with all this!

My boss is being very understanding about having me work from home. And keeps telling me I can take time off if I need it. So far, working from home is fine; I am still in pain but don’t need to worry about a bra strap rubbing me raw or taking a short break when I get a sudden sharp spike in pain and start crying.

I am such a wussy-pants. At least I am a wussy-pants that can be wussy in the privacy of my own home. The pants are a bonus.

I feel like I have the flu. The nerves being affected by my shingles apparently include those that are near my stomach (my first symptom I actually mistook for having eaten something that disagreed with me). On top of that I feel feverish and very tired and I have a headache. I want to go home and curl into a little ball until it all stops.

I’m leaving work at noon today to sleep some more because this is exhausting, but I hope that these flu-like symptoms are almost done. I don’t want this to turn out like mono.

First things first: Never ever ever follow dermatological links on Wikipedia. Within 3-5 links you’ll be sorry.

Second: Get your kids vaccinated against chicken pox.

Third: Someone bring me morphine.

Maybe more later :(.