I woke up on Saturday morning with what looked to me like an eye infection.  Except that I also had blisters under my eye.

Ugly?  Yes.  Painful?  Yes.

Hubby thought I should go directly to the clinic but I wanted to pass by work first.

Me:  Are you kidding?  I cannot call in sick during my new boss’s first week in our store.  What is he going to think?

Hubby:  (setting expectations)  Call me when you leave work to go to the clinic.

Went to work and apparently it was disgusting enough for my boss to suggest (with a little hint on my side) to go to the clinic.

I told him I’d come back after I see the doctor.

Turns out I’m off till Thursday.  Those ugly, painful, blisters under my eye are shingles.  So I have to stay away from the public for a few days.  I also have to go see an ophthalmologist today.   Since the shingles are so close to my eye, it could cause some complications to my vision.  Hopefully the cream and pills I’m taking for it will keep it under control.

I guess my husband was right about going to the clinic.


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