On Wednesday, March 19, as I was sitting in my manager's office for our morning meeting, I kept feeling this pain that would throb in my back, and send pain down to my knee. It hurt a little bit enough to make me uncomfortable, but not so bad that I couldn't tolerate it. I took some Tramadol and some Ibuprofen, which helped a little, but not much. Thursday the pain got worse. I was still able to work, but by the end of my shift, I was really uncomfortable. It just got worse that night.

Friday I stayed home and decided to call my doctor to see if I could come see him. By now the pain was quite intolerable. I wish I could explain it. It was like when my back would throb, it would send a shooting pain around the front of my thigh to the back. It was so painful, and nothing seemed to help. It would like pulsate, and I would freeze because it hurt so bad. I was able to go in and see Dr. Carlson that afternoon.


He asked me about the pain, then had me stand (which I could barely do) and he pushed down my back. It hurt more when he pushed on my lower back, so he thought it was probably my sciatic nerve. He gave me some medicine and pain killers to try and help, as well as a shot in the butt. (That was a first, and was quite painful). He sent me home with instructions to call him Monday if I didn't feel better.


That night as I was bathing, my knee was stinging quite bad. When I got out of the tub, and ran to the bedroom to lay down, I asked Greg if I had cuts on my knee. He said it looked red, so I thought it was razor burn or something like that. Well, the pain got worse and I was basically bed ridden. It hurt so much to get out of bed and try to walk. Eating was hard, and even going to the bathroom was painful. I just really couldn't find relief.

As the weekend went on, the rash got worse. I started getting blistery things on my knee and up my thigh. They didn't hurt necessarily, just the other pain shooting through my thigh. I thought they might be hives. Oh joy.

Monday came and I stayed home again. The pain was so bad. I may just have been being a baby, but it really was bad. I called my doctor and told them the pain wasn't getting better, and that I had developed a rash that I  thought was maybe hives. The lady I spoke with said she would send Dr. Carlson a message and see what he wanted to do.

When she called back, she said that he wanted me to get an X-ray (still thinking it was my sciatic nerve), and go to physical therapy. She then asked me to describe the rash, so I did. A little while later she called back and said he wanted to see me.


I'm not even kidding, the pain was so bad I could barely walk. It was hard to breathe and hard to talk too. Ah, it makes me want to cry thinking about it. Greg came and got me and took me to the clinic. He checked me in, and when the nurse came to get me, Greg said, "It might be easier if we get a wheelchair." That's how bad it was. I went and had my back X-rayed, then went to see Dr. Carlson. As soon as he saw the rash he said, "I'm pretty sure that's shingles." Awesome. He asked me more questions and checked them out a bit more, then decided on the meds I'd be taking. Because I'm on an immune suppressor for the Scleroderma, I'm more susceptible to getting shingles (along with cancer, dying, etc.) It really sucks because I knew that all along, but I just figured it would be like a cold, or the flu, not something like shingles. Needless to say, it totally threw me for a loop. He put me on Lyrica to help with the nerve pain, told me to start out on it slowly, and build up until the pain was gone.

Monday night was the worst. I was in so much pain. The throbbing just would not stop, and nothing I did even helped. It sucked. Greg even slept in the living room I was making my pain known. I stayed home the next day as well. There was no way I was going to be able to work. I got up early with Greg and bathed (which was the little relief I received), then ran back to bed where I stayed basically all day.


My mom was in town and had some stuff for me, so when she texted me and asked if she could stop by, I said, "Yes, as long as you don't care that I'm not dressed." I did wrap a blanket around me though. I did feel a little better, and by a little I mean I was able to walk to the kitchen and sit down. It was still hard to talk, but Mom stayed for a little while, then I went back to my bedroom where Mom rubbed my back for a while. It was really great. She's the best. Thanks mom.

The rest of the week slowly got better. My days consisted of getting up early, bathing, going back to bed, trying to sleep, playing on my phone, eventually watching Pretty Little Liars on Netflix, eating as much as I could, bathing again at night, and then sleeping.

Here's a little timeline of how pretty the shingle were.


It was so incredibly frustrating to get shingles. I've been really trying hard not to complain about my situation, but it was a really hard week, and has been since. I just feel like I was going along, doing just fine, then all of a sudden, I've got yet another thing to deal with and fight through. I know it's all part of my mortal experience, and that I'm not alone in this. It can be hard sometimes to remember that your Heavenly Father is there and he understands what I'm going through, and He hurts that I hurt. I'm guilty of forgetting that and feeling like I'm alone. It's just been hard. The shingles themselves (the sores) haven't been that bad, the nerve pain totally sucked, and just the emotional toll that it's taken on me has been really hard.

But, I'm not writing this to get sympathy or for you to feel bad for me. I am doing fine. I will be okay. I only write it so that I can remember the feelings I had, and how eventually, the physical pain will go away, maybe the emotional pain will stick around for a while, but it will all be okay. My Heavenly Father knows that I'm struggling and can and will give me comfort when that emotional pain won't go away.

Right now the shingles have almost completely disappeared. I still have a few scabs, and some scars, but they're healing well. The nerve pain has almost completely disappeared as well. I have a little pain still in my back and hip, but it's tolerable, and that's all I can ask for. Like I said, it really threw me for a loop, and I'm still working my way back, but seriously. I'm doing well. I've been so incredibly blessed the last month, and I'm lucky it was just shingles, and not something worse. Plus, I got a week off of work, and got an entire season of Pretty Little Liars in. 

A couple of weeks ago I was talking to my friend, and I realized that it has been 2 years since this all started. So crazy!

Anyway 2013 was a very interesting year. It started out with the freezing cold temperatures. I think in all the years that I've been here in Logan, I've never experienced such freezing temps. You'd think where I'm from Wyoming, I'd basically be immune to that, but no way. It sucked. It sucked pretty bad too because in the mornings at work I have to go to the ATM and get the deposits from the day before. Even just being out there for that five minutes just about killed me! My hands would just hurt, and it would take forever for them to thaw out and become somewhat useable again.

So there was that. The pain also continued. My joints became more and more stiff, and my fingers became swollen and more stiff as well. I also noticed a decline in what I was able to do for myself. At the beginning of the year I was having a bit of trouble reaching down and putting on my socks and shoes, or even clipping my toe nails or shaving my legs. I was able to do it, but it was hard. It was like I had no flexibility. My hips also became stiff and definitely was losing flexibility there.

During this time too, beyond the struggles with whatever it was that I had, I was also extremely stressed and frustrated and really needed my husband to get a job. Obviously this combined with my health was not a good combination, and it definitely made things harder and worse.

As the year went on, I found that I was soon not even able to put my socks and shoes on anymore. I had trouble getting in and out of bed, and once I was in bed, trying to roll over was a joke. I could definitely not roll onto my stomach, and even just rolling to the right was a struggle. I had a hard time lifting my head, and my neck was always sore. I was losing movement in my upper body as well. I couldn't reach much above my head at all, and I can't reach behind me either. Part of that is due to a sharp shooting pain that I get in my rib. If I tried to stretch too far, my rib would remind me that that was not a wise idea. It was so weird, because it never hurt to the touch, just every now and then when I would stretch. I had a very difficult time picking things up off the ground. If I dropped any money at work, I'd have to use my feet to get it to stick up far enough that I could bend over and pick it up. I had to be leaning against something when I did it though. It wasn't fun.

Sleeping was a struggle, due to not being able to roll over, plus my acid reflux was acting up something awful. It was nasty business. And of course lack of sleep never helps anyway.

I was also losing muscle in my upper body. I wish I could take a picture of what my shoulders look like, but that would be inappropriate since I'd have to take my shirt off. I was also getting super weak and tired really fast, and I lost more weight. Greg was good to get me out walking everyday, but I could barely make it around our tiny block before I would get too tired, or my hips/knees/legs/arms would hurt. It really sucked because I was so ready to be done with it all. I had dealt with it for over a year already, I was ready to feel better.

I had quite a few people approach me and ask why I hadn't seen a doctor, or if we needed assistance. Sure, free health insurance would have been awesome, but since that wasn't going to happen, I just would tell them that we were fine, and I was pretty certain Greg was going to get a job with insurance. (He was graduating with his Master's in School Counseling in May 2013). I also felt that if there was truly something wrong...like deathly wrong, I would know, but I didn't feel that sense of, "holy crap, I think I'm going to die from this." Yeah, it totally sucked, but I didn't feel like I was dying.

Luckily, the end of May we found out that Greg got a job here in Logan, and we would be getting insurance. WOOHOO, just not until September, BOO! I can't even tell you, those last four months were the worst! I don't know if it was just the anticipation of FINALLY getting in to see a doctor, or just being sick of dealing with it. Probably a bit of both, but I noticed a real decline in those last four months. Everything got harder, and seemed to be taking a lot longer. Getting ready for work was a chore, and even getting in and out of the bath tub was becoming near impossible (unless I wanted to just plop down and kill my tailbone again.) Eating food still wasn't fun, because nothing tasted good, and my fingers were really getting stiff (along with the rest of my body). I couldn't get up off the futon anymore by myself, so I had to move to the couch that was a bit higher.

I felt like an old lady. I still feel like one. All of these issues are still there, only a little bit worse. My knees hurt, my hands and wrists hurt, my hips hurt, my shoulders and upper torso hurt, I can't stretch above my head and I can't reach things down low. I can't grip very well, and I can no longer play the piano very well.

Like I said, the months leading up to us getting insurance were the worst. I didn't have a doctor yet, and the one that everyone at work had referred me to wasn't taking patients. When I tried to get in with another doctor in the same clinic, I learned that you could only call on Monday mornings, and they only took so many patients, so you had to be early. Well, one day I was talking to my boss, and he was asking about it, and I told him that I wasn't able to get in with Dr. Carlson because he wasn't taking new patients. He asked me if he wanted me to email  him (Dr. Carlson visits my place of work,, so we know him, and Danny has  helped him with stuff as well), so I said sure. Dr. Carlson was awesome and I heard back from his staff within a couple of days. Unfortunately the first opening wasn't until September 24. Another setback, but I took it. At least it was going somewhere. Well, I was talking to my boss again, and he asked me if I had heard back, and I kind of had a meltdown (I cried a LOT during those last few months), and told him I wasn't able to get in until the 24th, but it was okay, because at least I had a doctor, and one that I wanted to go to. Well, the next day I heard from Dr. Carlson's staff letting me know that he wanted to see me on the 5th. I started crying and sent an email to my manager saying, "I don't know if you said anything to Dr. Carlson again, but thank you." It was an answer to our prayers for sure. So now I just had a few weeks left to be able to see a doctor. Man was I excited!