Fucked in Current Events

Fuck. I am pretty sure that I am breaking out into shingles again. My shoulder looks and feels like it did the day before it happened last time. Clearly, my body does not know how to handle the stress anymore. I’m just carrying so many emotions at work and I do not know how to do it anymore. I don’t and I can’t. I’ll see how it looks and feels in the morning. I told Karam that I am going to a clinic first thing in the morning. I might be forced to take another week off. FFS I don’t want to go through that again. My boss keeps saying to her that he coming tomorrow to talk to us, separately, and I am pretty confident that he has nothing to say to me. He will be forcing himself to give me attention.
Anyways, if it turns out to be shingles then I will recognize my face feeling like it inhaled bleach as a warning sign for next time. Currently, however, the side of shoulder feels like I dropped hot wax on it. I can handle physical pain so I didn’t even notice anything until I felt my arm was “chunky” when I scratched it. Frick