Thanks for the hugs and good wishes. And no, stomping feet isn't going to happen. There's nothing on the bottom of the affected foot but it feels like I'm walking on a pot scrubber so I'm guessing that's a nerve thing.
The side effects of the meds include nausea and headache. Already have those so I've taken the first dose. The sooner I start, the sooner it will be over.
I'm cancelling the trip to Nova Scotia. In theory it is doable. I should feel better after 48 hours on the drugs (and I don't fly until the night.) While I'm contagious, it is by direct contact only and it is my foot so that's not likely to happen by accident. As long as I keep my own hands well cleaned, I shouldn't pose a risk.
BUT, the baby has no immunity (she's only a month old) and I'd hate to stress out her mother. Besides, I wouldn't want to handle her and I had been hoping to babysit which would mean handling (or at least instructing dh.)
On top of all that are the other good reasons to not go:
1. Stress is bad for shingles. Flying in a turbo prop is extremely stressful with my concussion. Travel is extremely stressful with my concussion. Worrying about making the baby sick would be extremely stressful.
2. There's no guarantee I'll be strong enough to go. At the moment I can barely walk and I can't sit. Just because I have shingles doesn't mean my back issue has cleared up.
3. While I'm on the drug and it is likely that Advil and Tylenol will deal with any nerve pain from the shingles, there's a chance I'll need other meds. In theory, I can see a doctor in another province but it gets more complicated (I would have to pay for the visit and then apply to our government for the money back.)
3. While our air tickets are non-refundable, the car rental and the meals and the extras will almost triple the cost of the trip. So losing $700 now is better than spending $2100 and having a miserable time.
Still, I'm disappointed. But if I make the decision, I know it will reduce my stress and reducing stress right now is what I need to be doing.
It has been 2 weeks since this place was vacuumed, the dust level is terrible, I need to put fresh sheets on the beds, the towels are still in the dryer from last Satureday and dh still hasn't woken up to the fact that he needs to feed himself, cook for me and plan his own meals AND do all the kitchen clean up. When I finally try and prep something for myself, he takes it as a good sign that I'm trying to get better. It isn't that he won't do what I ask him to do but he won't do anything unless I ask and my brain won't work that way, I can't think of food options, I need someone to make some options for me to choose from.
None of this is procrastination. I'm sick. And sick with a concussion is way worse than regular sick because I really can't think and making decisions is so hard. I'm paralyzed by all that needs to be done and all that has piled up over the 3 months and I can't help but feel bad that I'm doing nothing but then people say, rest is what I need. Except rest doesn't make things better and just contributes to making me more depressed.