For the past few days I've been feeling a bit under the weather, like maybe I was coming down with the flu or something. This morning I woke and at first thought I had one whopper of a hangover but then remember that I only had a few beers the night before, hardly anything to warrant a major hangover.
I realized that whatever bug I had been feeling coming on had finally hit me full force. Well, nothing to do about that, so I began getting ready to hit the road again. As I was washing up in the sink after shaving my neck (grew my beard back) I caught myself rubbing at some very painful places on the upper part of the right side of my chest.
When I looked in the mirror I saw the red blistering rash spots there. Oh crap. I recognized them immediately as Shingles. I had a serious case of Shingles about 10 years ago and while I knew that a small percentage of people get it again the odds against it were high enough that I never expected it again.
Looks like I am in that unlucky 4% or so that get it again. Now it just remains to see if it's going to spread as much as it did the first time. That time it started on my chest and by the time it was done it had spread around to the back, across the shoulder, up the neck, and into my scalp. I was in some serious pain for a while.
I am really hoping it isn't going to be as serious this time around. Perhaps being the second time around it won't be. I just know that at the moment I feel like crap. Other than the seriously painful rash spots the symptoms are much like the flu or Chicken Pox. Low grade fever, muscle aches, headache, etc.
I had planned on making it to Missoula, MT before stopping tonight but by the time I had reached Rocker, just west of Butte, I was feeling so lousy that I pulled in and checked into the hotel for some rest. They have a bar here in the hotel but I don't even feel like sitting there to have a couple.
I got some food from the truck stop next door and brought it back to my room to eat. I managed to eat about a third of it before I just couldn't stomach any more.
I don't have any choice but to continue on toward Seattle tomorrow, feeling like crap or not. The fire truck I am hauling must be there no later than Tuesday or the ship will sail without it, and I committed to having it there on Monday. If I can just get to the point that I don't feel like I am roasting I can function better. It was fairly cool outside today but I had to keep the ac going full blast in the truck to feel halfway comfortable.
There is a pipe shop in Missoula called The Bell Pipe and Tobacco shop. I spoke with them on the phone earlier today and they will be open all day tomorrow (Sunday) due to Father's Day. I was hoping to stop by there on my way through as I need another pipe case, but whether I do or not will just depend on how I am feeling then. If I feel then as I do now I'll just force myself to keep on moving to get where I am going.
For now I am going to crawl into the bed and rest my body as long as possible.