I’m pretty good at this self-diagnosing thing, nothwithstanding my assumption that the pain I’ve been dealing with for the past week is sciatica. But when I discovered a rash on the sole of my right foot last night, and coupled it with the stabbing pain that’s been tormenting the underside of my right leg & foot, I deduced straightaway, “Shingles.”
On one hand, I’m relieved to know what it is, because I was feeling like a whiner, limping around, doing all the things you’re supposed to do for sciatica and none of it helping. That “Aha!” moment did nothing to relieve the pain, but nothing cures what ails you like feeling vindicated.
Of course, my husband doesn’t agree with my diagnosis, so I have a doctor’s appointment after work today to confirm. Which is almost a waste of a co-pay in my book, because there’s no real treatment for shingles, just, “Buck up & deal.” But, and I think you’ll agree:
Being proven right & possibly prescribed good pain meds: Priceless.
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