A guy is in a Doctor’s office. He tells the receptionist, “I have shingles.” She said, “Just take a seat, someone will be right with you.” After a half hour, a nurse said, “Come with me.” She asked again. He said, “I have shingles”. The Doctor finally came in and asked, “What brings you here today?” The guy said, “I have shingles.” The doctor asked, “Where are the shingles?” The guy said, “They’re in the my truck. Do you want me to start on the roof or not?? ”
Fortunately, I have not had the shingles. I know plenty of people who have and they say the pain is nearly unbearable. In fact, one of my closest friends got it/them, whatever you call it.
According to the Mayo Clinic, Shingles is a viral infection that causes a painful rash. Although shingles can occur anywhere on your body, it most often appears as a single stripe of blisters that wraps around either the left or the right side of your torso.
Shingles is caused by the varicella-zoster virus — the same virus that causes chickenpox. After you’ve had chickenpox, the virus lies inactive in nerve tissue near your spinal cord and brain. Years later, the virus may reactivate as shingles.
Great. Another calamity just waiting in the wings to appear at the worst possible time. I’m accident prone already. I don’t need some sneaky virus just waiting to attack. Things happen to me and I don’t know why. Well, I guess I do know why. I didn’t take care of my body for years.
Still, does that mean that I need to get the shingles, too? I hope not. My lower back has been killing me for more than a week now. Not an ache, stabbing pain. It’s starting to feel better now, just in time for the second surgery on the same knee as two years ago. Same problem, too.
Why? I fell down the stairs. Yep. I know it happens, but I don’t know anyone who has fallen down the stairs. I landed on my back on the hardwood floor, so I was more worried about my back than anything else.
But then, my knee started popping sound, which is really quite pleasant, being a popcorn lover. But then it started giving out. Not fun.
My wife and I recently did a gig in a beautiful Colorado town, close to Grand Junction. We stayed at a gorgeous and charming lodge, owned by a wonderful couple. After the show, in the room, my knee gave out and I knocked a pole lamp over and shattered the glass lampshade.
They were very forgiving and didn’t make me replace anything. The drive turned out to be over 700 miles, round trip. Even though Heather had to do all of the driving, bless her soul, the ride up and back is what killed my back. Ugh. This only means one thing. When we do the gig again, we’ll need to spend a few days there so I can recover prior to the trek home.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get up and fix my leaky roof.
See you tomorrow.
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