Call Me Frankie

The Physician's Assistant said it wasn't shingles. But I do not have much confidence there since I spied him checking a pocket-sized flip book. The spots were painful for much of the week but the smaller ones have dried and stopped hurting.

The Frankenstein Monster bolt on my neck continues to bother me, although the swelling has reduced in size, from a silver dollar to a dime. It continues to give me random stabby pains as does the spot on the back of my head. 

Frankie and I do not like going out in public, for fear the villagers will come at us with torches and pitchforks. 

Aaaaargh.