I’d heard of the shingles – heard that it is horrible, painful, miserable. But now my Daddy has it, and I see for myself what a terrible thing it is! My word, it’s awful!
Several weeks ago Dad’s back was out and giving him fits, so we finally talked him into going to the Doctor. After several trips and finally seeing a specialist, he was treated for sciatica. He seemed to be getting better, but began complaining of a pain in his side, then near the breast bone, then around back, then behind his ear…. We were so scared it was his heart at first, but again, after finally talking him into going to the doctor, it was determined that it was not his heart. Dr. S. mentioned shingles, but there was no rash, so he thought he’d better check on other areas. He was concerned it may be his lungs, so did another X-ray. Nothing showed up there.
Well, the pain kept getting worse and worse, and Dad stayed in bed nearly all the time, eventually even quit trying to eat. My boss even asked me if he had shingles so I looked it up on the internet just to see what all the symptoms were. I called Gen, and while discussing our options, she decided to look for the rash again. Well, there it was – all over his side and back! So back to the doctor for a confirmed diagnosis.
Now Dad is on 3 medications and sleeps most of the time – which is really good since he couldn’t sleep at all for awhile because of the pain! He also has a little bit of an appetite again; yesterday he ate half of a hamburger and some chips! He still hurts badly, but I think it is more bearable. He will also carry on a conversation with you if he is awake, which is such a blessing!
The prayer request now is that he will take his medication as he is supposed to. Most of you reading this are aware that my Daddy and Mom are experiencing varying degrees of dementia. They both are able to care for their basic needs with a little help, so my sister goes over to keep up with the housework and make sure they eat a good meal, while the rest of us kids & grandkids help out where we can. Gen is there daily to give him the morning and midday meds, and calls him for the nighttime dose. Well, often he says he is “going right now to take it,” but doesn’t! Then the pain gets bad, and he doesn’t remember why he is hurting so much. So if the Lord brings us to your remembrance, please pray for my Daddy – and for Gen!
God bless your day!