Just in case the Neverending Root Canal Saga and the car accident weren't enough (not to mention my dizziness resurfacing to make life interesting every now and then), I found out this morning that the strange rash I developed last week is shingles. Anyone still need to catch chicken pox? I'm your gal. About the only good thing to come out of this is that Andrew will be immune to chicken pox. Supposedly. We'll still test it out at an appropriate time in the future, of course. And now I have to take 2 anti-viral pills FIVE TIMES a day for the next week. And go back in for yet another non-routine check-up next week to make sure the shingles are going away and responding to the meds.
At least this explains why I have been a tad more tired than usual lately. Funny how something like fighting off a viral infection will poop you out. I still managed to write a whole bunch this week (see new and improved word count for SoD). So that was good. And at least the shingles don't itch too much, though they don't feel very comfortable either.