Shingles Has Taken Me Hostage

My pain level is an eight on a scale of one to ten. Poor you, someone says. Someone who has no idea That I have been running on pain levels of ten for three weeks. An eight is terrific; great, something to strive for tomorrow. Shingles has taken me hostage, inside my own house. My body is her host, my mind wondering what I have done in this lifetime or any other that was so bad that I deserve a punishment like this. I finally figured out today if I am sitting on a cold pack, my pain level goes down to an eight. It took me two E.R. visits, four days in a hospital and trying everything I could fathom I could stand before I stumbled upon this wondrous idea today. My skin is so hyper-sensitive that a horse fly landed on my arm today and it felt like a honeybee digging a stinger into me. The morphine pain pills did not cut it, so I got something else. I hate to tell you, but they are not as effective as the morphine pills. I have never in my life felt this level of pain. I know there is a reason but I have no idea what it is. I hope that I have suffered enough for all of my family and All of my friends because I have suffered enough for every one of you.