So let’s back up and talk a little about mental health because the irony is not lost on me. Remember this post? Yeah so that day I went to visit my primary care doctor at work. She was the doctor I was paired with in my initial PPD episode with Landon. IT was pure luck but she is just amazing. I love her. I talked about her already, here. Anyway, I knew it would be good to talk with her again. While I wasn’t in an emergency situation, I knew it was time to look into some meds to help me cope. I was right. We talked and decided an as needed anxiety med would be best. When I can’t sit down and feel like I need to pace the room, I take it. It is helping. I was able to play Boggle one night while he cried to sleep. That is progress.
Around Tuesday of the next week, I noticed my hip felt really weird. What I initally thought was pain from my first post partum run, quickly seemed more topical. My skin was senstive to the touch. Like a bruise that wasn’t there. Just strange. Didn’t think much about it because I couldn’t tell what it would be. Completely unrelated, some red bumps appeared on my right side around my back. My first thought was chiggers from the park. I got them in a similar place last year…they blow. Then around Wednesday afternoon I noticed blisters forming. GREAT poison ivy! Clearly from the woods adventure (there was more pooping…joy). I dressed it with calamine lotion and was on my way.
On Friday, my primary care wanted to see me again to make sure the meds were working and how I was doing. Standard procedure. We chatted and I felt pretty good. Then I explained it kinda sucked this week because I got poison ivy from taking Landon on a nature walk. I showed her in hopes of some medicinal relief and then I hear the words “Um that isn’t poison ivy honey”. WTF? Well I mean it was the first time I ever got it but that happens. And it didn’t itch as much hurt but people say that too. But yeah it is kinda strange that I just got it at my waist line and no where else. Hmmm.
“That is shingles”
You have got to be fucking kidding me. here I am sitting in a office thinking it is a short visit and a hungry infant at daycare waiting for me to come feed him. Yes. My 2 month old who could contract chickenpox from me. This, my friends, is what it is like to get kicked when you’re down. After a little more reading, she comes back to prescribe me some antiviral medication to help and to look up how contagious I am to my own damn family. Kevin is called to get blood work. Landon should be fine because he was vaccinated. But Ollie…he can’t be vaccinated this little. From what we read, as long as I keep it covered from him, we have the best chance. Luckily, since I was poison ivy dumb, I thought it would spread so I was keeping it under bandages anyway. We were going to Ollie’s 2 month appointment in an hour. I could find out more once I got there. They agreed with the keeping covered and also that my breast milk is helping him build immunity to it too…so high fives to mother nature! I should keep doing what I am doing.
Moral of the story: stress fucking sucks. My immune system just gave up and my chickenpox virus reemerged. Now I am a walking leper. No pregnant people. No other kids. No old folks. Normal folk are less likely to get it… especially if you have had the chickenpox. I can only spread chickenpox mostly…not shingles. It is a really weird virus to understand. Good news is that it seems I have a mild case. People tell me of excruciating pain but I have had worse. It is just a patch on my lower back and 2 small bumps around my belly button. I could see that if you had a lot of it, it would be awful. It is also in a easily covered place. Arms, hands and My biggest issue seems to be wearing pants. I am not into pre pregnancy pants so my maternity pants hit right on the site. Dressing myself is going to be tough for a bit. So I now need more rest (hahahahahaha) and to wait for them to heal IN A FEW WEEKS. I swear…it can only get better, right? RIGHT?!?!!