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I’m currently revising and updating my book for a new edition. This book will have a new title and possibly a new cover design. I have given this my full priority and so my blog has not had my attention. Don’t despair! I’m bringing blogs from the past. This one is from 2016.*

I’m pretty much over the fever, the headaches, and muscle aches. I still have the itchy, blotchy red rash on my back and side. The intermittent slashing, nerve pain has stayed with me.
I have shingles, a disease caused by the chicken pox virus, and I’ve lived in my pajamas for three weeks. read more

Life After Shingles

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“Bronwyn, call the cops!” Jerry hollered across the parking lot.

Jerry and I had stopped at the post office. I had just rushed inside to pick up a package while Jerry waited in the car. As I exited, I heard someone calling my name rather loudly. Is there another Bronwyn somewhere nearby? I didn’t know what to think.

That’s when I noticed Jerry standing in the middle of the parking lot, his face red with smoke pouring out of his ears.

What’s going on? I had left him seated calmly in the car. What had happened? read more

When Life Stops

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Life stops when you’re in pain.

“Aren’t you glad you don’t have to go to work?” Jerry says, hoping to make me feel better, reminding me that suffering shingles has its good points. I admit, the knowledge I’m free of the guilt that comes with calling in sick and letting your boss down because of a drawn-out illness, does ease my pain slightly.

‘Yes, Jerry,” I say. “That’s one good thing.”

I’m pretty much over the sickness that comes with shingles; the fever, the headaches, the muscle aches. I still have the itchy, blotchy red rash, the slashing-knife, nerve pain, and the tiredness. Advil helps, but I don’t want to take it the rest of my life. I’m into the third week as the shingles drag on. I’ve lived in my pajamas the entire time, since clothing causes misery and pajamas are less constricting. read more

Daggers in My Back and Side

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As I write this, knives poke me in the side and one twists in my back with sadistic intent. Not just ordinary knives, but daggers actually. I feel them slashing my insides. EEEEEEEEEEEE!! Excuse that outburst but the… EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…pain causes me to screech unexpectedly.

You might be wondering how I can even write this blog with the stabbing pain piercing my body. Well, it isn’t easy. All I can say is, writing takes my mind off my painful circumstance. A coma would also do that, but writing seems preferable. read more