That is a literal post title. My shingles area has spread around my side, pretty much doubling in size. We will see what today brings. There is more itching. At least I have a quick response to those who inquire, “How was your holiday?” Shingles. This case of shingles could turn out to be like the stories  little old ladies told about their gallbladder operations before surgeons adopted the little incisions.

I was so lucky; I was in the first wave of the new surgeries – I had a two-inch incision and a three day hospital stay instead of the same day four tiny incisions and home. When my nurse friend explained to me how the old procedure reached all around one’s side and included drains and a long hospital stay and lots of pain, I felt like getting down on my little post-operative knees and giving thanks. Instead, I did it from my bed while sitting Indian fashion. She couldn’t get over seeing me like that.

But, now that I have the shingles, I will get everyone here at the PBC&R to wait on me. I’m just itching to get them to hop to and bring me foldovers and Diet Cokes and twinkies and . . . twinkies?