Just when I thought the horrible vertigo episode was enough to seal my sickness phase, I was diagnosed with shingles last Monday.

Yup. All the water-filled lesions (which I mistook for allergies) and unbearable muscle pain (that could have been brought by hyperactivity) were all caused by the stupid herpes zoster virus.

Great. Just great.

Fortunately, shingles does not come with fever unlike chicken pox and flu. The muscle pain, however, has left me one-handed for a whole week (since it has only inflicted my right arm). It really sucks considering there isn’t enough paracetamols and mefenamic acid to drown the pain away. And to think I don’t even take them even at the worst case of dysmenorrhea. I wouldn’t be surprised if someday, I’ll be too dependent on them.

And being a museum exhibit doesn’t help much, either. I don’t know which was worse — to have it covered in gauze (which everyone can see) or skip the gauze and pray no one sees anything (but once they do…) I do want to be noticed very now and then, but not for this. Oh well, at least I could serve as a public service announcement for everyone…

Warning: Stay away from Risha if you: 1. haven’t got or have been vaccinated against chicken pox; 2. have a weak immune system; 3. are too young; 4. are too old; 5. are pregnant