My new writing and art area has been put on hold for a couple of weeks due to illness, this time it is not me;
On Wednesday, Paul woke up with a rash on his chest, it was quite small at the time and he thought it had something to do with the new deodorant he started to use the day before, but it wasn’t. On Friday that same rash spread all around to his spine and even more on his chest but had turned into hundreds of red raw looking blisters! Turned out he has shingles and now (because I have a suppressed immune system) we have resorted to sleeping in separate rooms for the time being.
I have heard that people who have had their second covid vaccine may get shingles approximately 16 to 20 weeks later, as a high number has, but the doctor insists this isn’t the case for Paul and that it must be stress because of the worry about my pending neurological diagnosis. I have to admit, I don’t believe that.
Paul is not taking this well, it is mostly the medicine that is making him exhausted, but I am still worried because of his age, despite how healthy he is for his age I am worried. Paul is twenty seven years my senior!
I still hope however selfishly this may sound, that we will be able to set up the new desk and art area before the 1st October in time for my daily posts for inktober; but if this doesn’t happen by then, the art will still be done, but may be added to the blog a week or two later. At least my art table is set up, just not in the new area, that’s all. My inks and sharpies may be a little dry now as I haven’t done much art with inks or sharpies since Easter, but I hope they’ll be Okay, Paul says that they are water based inks so should be fine with a touch of water.
Having Paul ill like this has made me realise just how much I simply can’t manage without him, I have to admit it is an eye opening time for us all right now!
I am somewhat getting used to typing via laptop however much it does lag and some of the keys do not work on first punch (is that the right word?). So I am starting to do a little bit of typing on my adjustable table on the sofa downstairs or rather, right now, in bed, because everybody had decided to live upstairs since Paul has become sick.
I feel sorry for Paul because we do not have a TV aerial for the spare bedroom, even though we have a spare old TV for him, he is missing a lot of his favourite science documentaries and the meds are making him feel too sick to eat, he has lost weight even in this short time.
I am also annoyed at him for not wanting help, he still thinks he can do everything even when he is swooning around on the verge of passing out!
Anyway, we will hope he slows down soon and gives himself a break! He needs it!
Happy reading, everyone!
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