The National Institute of Neurological Disorders and Stroke
“Shingles: Hope Through Research”
A few days before our trip, Ian mentioned that he'd pulled a back muscle; he couldn't figure out how he'd injured his back while sitting at the computer and writing.
The next day he had a stomach ache; it seemed weird since we'd eaten the same things and I felt fine.
A day later he noticed an itchy, swollen bug bite. Then another popped up right next to it.
On our second day in Salisbury, I convinced a reluctant Ian to stop at Boots pharmacy and ask for advice. A pink tender area surrounded the itchy "bites." At first the pharmacist confirmed my diagnosis: a bad reaction to bug bites. But he wasn't quite sure, so he called over a colleague to give us a second opinion. Ian described his symptoms, shyly showing her his belly. "It's a childhood illness," she said. "I can't think of what it's called. Wait here." She talked with a third pharmacist for a minute or two and returned. "You haves shingles. You should go to the walk-in center."
What?
It took 10 minutes and 30 pounds to confirm the diagnosis.
Itching. Blisters. Severe nerve pain.

Ian's shingles stretched in a band from his belly button to his spine, which is the most common pattern. If you zoom in, you can see the individual fluid-filled blisters. He didn't want me to take this picture for some reason.

Was it cruel of me to sing "Shingle Belt Rock"?
1 comments:
Oh that's awful! Have they cleared up? My grandpa has been dealing with a bad case of shingles for like 6 months--it's been torture!
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