Last week, Madi complained about not feeling well, and then showed me a rash that was developing on her torso near her left shoulder. Steve immediately said, "I think it might be Shingles." Shingles?! Isn't that what OLD people get? The word "shingles" brings to mind visions of nursing homes and sterile health care facilities. I told her that we should just watch it, and that we would go to the dermatologist on Monday (today). Meanwhile, I jumped onto the Internet to look at pictures of different types of rashes, hoping that it might be something fairly harmless, but on Sunday when I looked at it, sure enough the rash had now exploded to the blister stage and looked very much like the pictures on the Internet of Shingles. After shuffling around some classes (Steve had to teach Sunday School and I needed to be there for Young Women), Steve took Madi to the InstaCare and sure enough, she had Shingles (yes, Steve, almighty and correct one, you were right...I should have listened to you two days ago). My poor baby. The doctor told her that as it healed, it would be very painful. She has gotten through one day so far, and while she says that it does hurt, it's not hurting so bad that she has felt a need for the pain meds that they sent home with her. She is even keeping a good sense 0f humor about her, and was not in the least offended when Markelle started singing, "Shingle Bells, shingle bells..."
