Chickenpox

I have the chicken pox. Happy New Year to me! I managed to get through 25 ½ years of life before getting the chickenpox and then spend the first Monday of the New Year thinking the office is really, really cold; only to get home and realize I have a fever. On Tuesday, I got lulled into a false sense of security as the fever went away only to return during the night with the blisters starting to appear.

So here I am on Thursday, after spending Wednesday morning waiting for the inevitable diagnosis; red, itchy and lacking sleep. I am trying not to scratch which is extremely difficult for me and right now I am covered in calamine lotion.

I wish the chickenpox was something you could just go to bed, sleep off and when you wake up it would be gone. However, it appears that it has to get worse before it gets better, so I wait. I suppose with a start like this, the year can only get better.