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Okay, now that I'm less pissed off about it and since antiviral pills are apparently made of miracles and fairy farts in that while I still look like a gross rashy swamp thing, I am blissfully itch free for the first time in a week, the amusement at my situation is setting in. And there is something amusing about having something that typically lays low most five year olds. Also yeah, I have an update to my "I am medically weird and possibly not human" file.
Funny story. I did end up driving down to Amherst to get my medicine last night a few hours after my doc appointment. She'd given me valcyclovir to try to help clear this shit up faster. Valcyclovir is the generic form of Valtrex. As in the meds in those ads which feature attractive people in dewy outdoor settings staring into a camera earnestly and saying "I have herpes... and I'm okay... thanks to Valtrex." Those commercials make me facepalm every damn time, by the way. Especially since I could SWEAR that entire campaign financed Rock of Love singlehandedly judging by HOW MANY TIMES it would come on.
ANYWAY, so yes I went down to the Amherst CVS (one of two in Amherst that serve the three colleges in the area, including UMass Amherst) ...to find once I got there that I was picking up 1/3 of my prescribed amount owing to the fact that they had run out of both Valtrex and the generic. I have to pick up the rest on Monday.
College town pharmacy runs out of herpes meds. News at 11.
Anyway yeah, I still look pretty disgusting (I don't want to talk about what's happening with my lower lip, ugh) but like I said, other than the bits where I scratched myself raw, I'm remarkably not itchy two doses in. Mostly just sore and a little on the tired side, despite going to bed at 10 and with a brief awake spell around 2, sleeping like a log for 12 hours. In typical me fashion I am absolutely freaking out about missing the two bell performances tomorrow, especially as I have a pretty audible melody bit in one piece and trying very hard to be all NO YOU CAN'T GO ANYWAY THERE ARE IMMUNOCOMPROMISED OLD PEOPLE IN CHURCH at myself. Still, the guilty, it is very present. But I'm okay. And![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cell23's been taking really good care of me, when I'm letting him. You know me, I'm not good at being sick. Despite that, he's done a heroic amount of fussing, cooking, cleaning the kitchen, and more fussing and generally not treating me like the monkey from Outbreak so that's something. Pretty much nothing for it at this point other than rest, try not to scratch, take my meds, and use the downtime for good instead of evil. Reading and web work, I think.
Funny story. I did end up driving down to Amherst to get my medicine last night a few hours after my doc appointment. She'd given me valcyclovir to try to help clear this shit up faster. Valcyclovir is the generic form of Valtrex. As in the meds in those ads which feature attractive people in dewy outdoor settings staring into a camera earnestly and saying "I have herpes... and I'm okay... thanks to Valtrex." Those commercials make me facepalm every damn time, by the way. Especially since I could SWEAR that entire campaign financed Rock of Love singlehandedly judging by HOW MANY TIMES it would come on.
ANYWAY, so yes I went down to the Amherst CVS (one of two in Amherst that serve the three colleges in the area, including UMass Amherst) ...to find once I got there that I was picking up 1/3 of my prescribed amount owing to the fact that they had run out of both Valtrex and the generic. I have to pick up the rest on Monday.
College town pharmacy runs out of herpes meds. News at 11.
Anyway yeah, I still look pretty disgusting (I don't want to talk about what's happening with my lower lip, ugh) but like I said, other than the bits where I scratched myself raw, I'm remarkably not itchy two doses in. Mostly just sore and a little on the tired side, despite going to bed at 10 and with a brief awake spell around 2, sleeping like a log for 12 hours. In typical me fashion I am absolutely freaking out about missing the two bell performances tomorrow, especially as I have a pretty audible melody bit in one piece and trying very hard to be all NO YOU CAN'T GO ANYWAY THERE ARE IMMUNOCOMPROMISED OLD PEOPLE IN CHURCH at myself. Still, the guilty, it is very present. But I'm okay. And
cell23's been taking really good care of me, when I'm letting him. You know me, I'm not good at being sick. Despite that, he's done a heroic amount of fussing, cooking, cleaning the kitchen, and more fussing and generally not treating me like the monkey from Outbreak so that's something. Pretty much nothing for it at this point other than rest, try not to scratch, take my meds, and use the downtime for good instead of evil. Reading and web work, I think. 
