Firstly, thank you all so much for your lovely comments, caring words and prayers.
The weeks have passed, and the pain increased.No new blisters, in fact, not one single blister.
So late last Tuesday evening, I gathered my usual hospital gear, including the large crossword puzzle book. Crawled, well, walked with great difficulty to Hugh and said " Ring the ambulance" The wonderful men in green arrived, gave me what they call the " Green Whistle" , a combination of Methoxyflurane, in a volatile liquid for inhalation. Hold your lips to the tube top, breathe in, then out.Several times, and I felt able to walk with a trusty man either side.
Back to the ED, more blood tests, ECG's, X-Rays, and that wonderful IV pain relief.
The same Doctor saw me , and he said there was no appearance of a shingles rash.
Lots of painful examinations, and the conclusion, Costochondritis, inflammation of the rib cartilage
Home the next morning, with more pain relief, and a determination not to try and make Roman Blinds by leaning over the fabric on the floor for 3 days in a row. And this could last, maybe another 2 weeks. So if my comments are scarce or non-existent, I will, for sure, have eagerly read all your news.
There is nothing exciting to write about, or even a single photo to show.Life continues, at a slower pace, the fire is lit, a friend stacked enough firewood for a week on the verandah, and TV is on, we have been watching the Queen's Jubilee Celebrations.
Quotation of the day, from William Arthur Ward,
" The pessimist complains about the wind; The optimist expects it to change;
The realist adjusts the sails . "
Greetings from Jean
