I don't know what you've heard about shingles, but whatever you've heard, it doesn't do the pain justice. This morning I decided that there really wasn't any reason to get dressed first thing. The elastic in my underwear at both waist and legs is torture. I pulled on a long T designed for sleeping and my robe, and I intend to stay in this casual attire until forced to dress for book wrapping tonight. Frankly, I think I'd have the guts to go to Barnes and Noble dressed as I am now, but since it wouldn't reflect well on my organization I won't push it.
The morning has been lazy. I'm currently cooking the "free" turkey I earned at my grocery store. The plan is to convert the thing to soup, but it's a hell of a lot of turkey (the smallest one they had left when I got there was 21 pounds). I'll make some soup, but I may just freeze some of the meat for future uses. I discovered when I got home from the store last Wednesday that the check-out girl charged me for my free turkey, even though she was happy to take my free turkey coupon. I'm going to have to go back and try to negotiate with them this week, which won't be easy since I'm working Monday through Thursday.
I doubt I'll be eating any of the turkey today. I still feel generally punky, and don't have much appetite. I continue to run a low-grade fever as well. Hopefully that passes by tomorrow. I plan to let my boss know I've got shingles, since it's theoretically contagious, but I've a sneaking suspicion they aren't going to send me home.