By 1:30 my feelings had grown to pain, nausea, and a general feeling of "death must be preferable to this". I went to the closet to get my coat, and a wave of nausea swept over me that totally convinced me I wasn't going to be able to work today. I called in sick, told the Head Pharmacist Who Can't Schedule To Save His Soul that I'd call back after my doctor appointment, then made an emergency appointment with the practice I go to. My doctor was totally booked up, but by then I didn't care. I'd have considered seeing Dr. Moreau if it meant feeling better.
I gave the doctor my abbreviated history, and she gave me pain meds, anti-nausea meds and steroids (which will help control the inflammation and possibly lessen the chance of my having pain problems after this heals, which can happen in some people). The Prof (who is still on Thanksgiving break) took me to the doctor and then drove me to the drug store (where I work and where I get my drugs are two different chains). The Prof is a saint; feel free to post a comment thanking him for taking care of me after you've finished reading the little tale of Job.
I got home, took my new pills and changed into something more comfortable (i.e. anything without underwear). I cut the oxycodone in half because I tend to over-react to pain meds. I figure I can always take the other half if I need it, but in all honesty the comfortably numb is settling in nicely. I've doctor instructions to stay home today and tomorrow, so the plan now is to relax and feel better fast.
I did notice one frightening thing when I changed. The freaking rash is now in my pubes! It had better well stop right there; I do not believe I could tolerate this if it manages to advance another couple of inches.
And no, there will be no pictures of this.