Shingles and a Broken Back
Under the "what next" file:
I threw my back out and the muscle-relaxants and anti-inflammatory meds are barely helping. Devilboy knows that I can't chase him as well. When I took him to the doctor on Thursday, he broke away from me and sprinted into an elevator. I zombie-lurched and caught up to him but if I hadn't got there before the doors closed, he could have made it to anywhere in the building.
Unlike normal people who get shingles on their sides, I'm getting them on my hands, legs, and one on my lip. Nothing beats the flavor of chicken pox-laden pus oozing into your mouth.
On the bright side, the finger tip that I cut off last week is healing up.