Did you know I was gone?

After no longer being able to stand the pain in my back, I managed to get squeezed in at my doctors. Upon examining, seems I had Shingles Lord have mercy what a horrible thing.......running across my lower back, Hugh welts of pain. I pleaded, my doctor granted and my hubby took me home and put me to bed, prescriptions in hand and me pain free thanks to a nice shot of morphine. I remember him vaguely saying he was going to go fetch my daughter........which registered in the far depth of my foggy mind....oh no....I must be sick. My daughter and hubby nurtured me back from the land of the dead two years ago when I got the flu........so hearing him say he was fetching her. Seven days you've been in bed Mom she said.........WHAT......I'd missed Mothers Day and my daughter birthday....missed all my kids and grand kids coming out.....missed seven days...Two days later she went home and I arose to the living again..Thank you Jesus.
The pain I am told can last weeks. I was taking a lot of pain medication, but have reduced to a small dose now. I am back and able to do all the things I could before....but I am tired and have to rest......which I should of before..but never did.....my back is sore and doesn't like anything constricting, so am living in my night gowns for now.......but that's OK.....I survived another day.......everything taste salty......I'm hungry but not after the first bite.......and 7-up my favorite tastes awful now......but I survived Hubby has vacation coming and the boat's about ready to moor I told hubby I needed a happy day soon....just want to float on the boat.....seven days gone.........