Last Monday night/Tuesday morning Nancy scratched me. I don't blame her, I imagine she was lying next to me and I rolled on her tail or something equally traumatic and brutal. The upshot was however I got an infection in my hand, which made it swell up like an inflated rubber glove. It was always usable, but low-key painful, looked weird, and seemed to be getting worse until I got the antibiotics I needed.
The antibiotics lasted until a few days ago, and the hand almost completely back to normal. But the weird bit is the experience feels like it's triggered the old shingles response. Now, particularly in the knuckle of my middle finger, I have a weird itchy-internal pain (that's right, I can't describe it). To be honest, I don't completely hate it, which I know is a peculiar thing to say. I guess I would prefer it not to be there but it's also kind of interesting.
I won't keep you updated.
2 comments:
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