Body Blogging
On the “shingles” front, I’ve got my left eye back pretty much, and my forehead no longer looks like something someone forgot at the back of the refrigerator. I’m left with infernal itching that is sometimes so intense it makes my head vibrate, and makes drifting off to sleep difficult. But it’s on its way out, and I think the only lasting damage will be its whisper in the ear re: mortality. As I told a young friend of mine in Ashland, it’s my first Old Man disease.
On a positive note, the diet has been working. Before I left for Ashland, I weighed just under 152 (down from 160), and I got a lot of exercise down there (Edit: “down there” refers to Ashland, and nothing anatomical. /Edit). I’ll weigh in on the official scale for this endeavor at the gym tomorrow.
Thanks for listening, and, no, you can’t bill my insurance company.
