Shingles update

I think the worst is over, but it’s been something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy! I felt pretty tired all the time, with no energy to do anything and certainly not to go out. Besides, I didn’t want anyone to see my face in this state:

That photo was taken on Sunday. It’s now Friday. 

At its worst, I didn’t dare take a shower or wash my hair. C brought me some shopping and finally persuaded me to go down for a coffee. With my hat and glasses on, nobody could see my face. On Wednesday, my cleaners came. This time, one was a French girl who told me her mother had had shingles a month ago. She showed me a photo and her eye was the spitting image of mine. There’s a lot of it about!

The advice is to take your mind off it as much as possible. I moved from the book version of Phryne Fisher to watching her on Netflix, which hopefully I’ve cancelled after the month’s trial.

I’ve finished a week of medication and the blisters are scabbing over. Bits are flaking off:

Luckily I’ve got dressed, as window cleaners are descending from the roof of the building, first his feet and then his head:

I don’t suppose he has time to look in.