The sleeping evil

It's shingles!! God fucking damn it!!!

I am trying to think of a time I was this uncomfortable. Nope. Nothing.

I am leaving for a conference in approximately 48 hours, but according to the shingles timeline, I'm not even halfway through the episode. I am whimpering. I am close to tears. I am miserable. And sleep-deprived.

I called my co-worker/hotel roommate for the trip to make sure she has had chickenpox. She has, and right at this moment, she has poison ivy. The hotel is going to put a sign on our door "Danger: Cooties! Do not touch the guests!"

My nerves feel like they are in flames...