Work...let's talk about that one. It's my first year of teaching, and I knew it was going to be hard--everyone says so. It's hard. It' stressful. And it's basically taken over my life. It's a good thing I love those little kiddos (most of the time...and most of them). However, it's starting to take a toll. I remember my mom telling me in high school and college that I need to learn how to deal with my stress better or it can start to affect my body. I would try to stop and not get so stressed about everything, but then I would get stressed about how I wasn't supposed to be getting stressed and then I would remember everything on my to do list...and that was pretty much out the window. Well, I would like to take this moment now to proclaim that my mom is a freaking genius (Tage, that one was for you).
Earlier this year I was told (after one of those invasive colonoscopies....) that I "probably" have IBS (irritable bowel syndrome). Basically whenever I get stressed I get diarrhea My mom's prophecy was beginning to come true. Now I know whenever I get stressed because WWIII ensues in my intestines. But that wasn't all...oh no it was not.
Last Wednesday I noticed a little cluster of zits (or so I thought) on my back. Thoroughly grossed out at this new appearance of "back-ne" (like acne only on my back), I just tried not to think about it. But then it started to get all red and really itchy the next day. So, I thought it was just a weird rash and put hydrocortizone cream on it. But then it started to REALLY itch and REALLY hurt! So after consulting with my two nurse moms, I went to the doctor and was informed that I have shingles. Wait, what is shingles? I will let these people do the talking: