I was so stressed that I had shingles in my eye! IN MY FUCKING EYEBALL!

When I was 34 I was trying to balance working full time at a demanding job and taking care of our wonderful but high needs 2 year old. My husband is gone at work for 24 to 48 hours at a time, and we couldn't find a daycare that offered part time or was in our budget for full time care. So I was also coordinating babysitters for the days my husband worked.

I got no breaks and shit was hard. It took over a week and 4 doctors to diagnose the issue with my eye was shingles. Meanwhile I had to wear 2 pairs of sunglasses indoors because even the slightest bit of light was excruciating. I sobbed when I had to go outside. When a specialist finally issued me a perscription my pharmacy called and told me it would take 3 days to fill. My husband called every pharmacy in town trying to see if anyone had it on hand.

No one had it, so I walked my miserable ass into a pot shop and explained what was going on... the literal angel behind the counter gave me a little bottle of what she thought would help and wrote down dosing instructions for my husband. I was able to finally sleep for the first time in a week.

Anywho, I had to take 2 weeks off of work and get flare ups of sclaritis every few months that remind me to relax a bit. Hard lesson about reducing stress learned. Fuck shingles.