So, it's definitely shingles. Got in to see the doc this morning, and started the antiviral medication, so I'm sincerely hoping that it will kick in and my case will be a light one. This is the med...one
I snapped the photos to email to my co-worker. She has a rather severe aversion to large pills, and I wanted her sympathy. :) I put in the small binder clip for comparison, because I knew it would be familiar as we use them in the office all the time. She gagged and promptly deleted the email.
The large size doesn't bother me in the least...another thing that I thank my sweet Aunt Ruth for. We didn't take much medicine around our house, so when I was visiting her and would see how many pills she had to take (oh how she suffered with arthritis), I was amazed. I asked her about it one time, and she said it was easier to take them all at the same time then one at a time, and proceeded to show me...pop...gulp...gone. She made it look so easy that I thought that was the norm, and never blink an eye over just one big one. Heck, I take five in varying sizes every night...pop...gulp...gone! :)
My co-worker insists that her throat is too small to do this. Or maybe that her tonsils are too big. And that very well could be, I suppose. I have no tonsils...not due to surgical means, mind you. I told you, no medicine (or doctors) at our house growing up. I was once told that if I was sure they hadn't been removed, then they must have ruptured due to severe infection at some point, and healed into the weird little stumpy things that remain. Yep, that sounds about right. If it doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger.