Over the past week or so, I have noticed red welts on my torso and attributed them to random spiders, etc. Come on, we've all had them. Sunday morning, Glenn woke up with a cluster of bites on his head and a few on his face. Immediately, I thought we might have bed bugs and researched the symptoms, treatments and how to rid my house of them. The only surefire way to get rid of them was by freezing our bedding. I don't know about you, but not having a deep freeze meant I would have to put them in my kitchen fridge and I had NO intention of doing that.
The bites were becoming quite painful to Glenn to the point that they were pressing on his eyeball and causing him such pain he resorted to crying. My darling husband is a sensitive soul, but crying for pain is not a common occurrence. Without the benefit of medical insurance and a desire to not spend the night listening to him cry and whine, I convinced him late last night to head to the ER. We decided that since Cam was asleep, he could go alone.
Diagnosis---shingles. 3 years ago, I suffered a bout of shingles on my torso. You know, the common place to get them. The pain was excruciating, lasted several weeks and forced me to take time off of work because my boss, also my cousin, never had chicken pox. I did not know you could get them on the face, but I guess anywhere you have a nerve, you can get them. Having survived a miserable bout several years ago I knew that we would survive this. Major difference I anticipated was that where I am a quiet, leave me the heck alone sick, Glenn is a rub me, cuddle me, dote on me sick. What I did not anticipate was that the shingles could potentially cause blindness in his right eye. This morning, we had to cancel Cam's occupational therapy appointment so we could take Glenn to an optometrist to get a closer look at the eye. After a slew of drops and tests it was determined for $143 that the eye looks fine, but just in case we didn't get enough of your money, how about you come back in a week, give me some more so I can again tell you that your eye is fine. No thank you very much!!!!
Fortunately, the three prescriptions Glenn has were either on the $4 prescription list or in the case of vicodin, cheap. The anti-viral med was on the list in 400mg dose, but he was prescribed 800 mg, the pharmacy was kind enough to double up on 400s and it only cost me 67 cents more. Thank you money gods. So Glenn is on a steroid 3 pills once a day, an antiviral 2 pills 5 times a day and pain killers as needed. My poor druggie. At least it was only $16.66 total. His boss recommended dandelions and some other weed, no not the one he'd actually enjoy. We opted for the good ole medical science remedy. Sorry, my dog gets sick eating grass, I'm not asking my husband to do it.
So here I sit next to my poor cranky hubby. He's sucking up the fact that since Cam has not had chicken pox (to our recollection) it is best if they stay a bit apart, leaving me to care for Cam 100%. Not like I didn't already do about 70%.
Tomorrow he has a motorcycle class, but will need to take my care because he can't put his helmet on. Our hope is that the pain diminishes enough for him to wear a helmet on Saturday and Sunday. He does not want to repeat the course later.
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