Cotton Ball Cure

Dreadful picture, I know. But it is now past midnight and too late to take another. There's a good story, though....

I was having a painful day today. Bob gave these me these cotton balls, saying they would make me feel better. I offered to give some of them back to help with his Shingles. "I don't need them, Mom. You do."

He had his 21st and final dose of his anti-viral medication today. Bitter, awful stuff. I was amazed that he was so cooperative for each dose. I can't say the rash looks any better. There are still some of those damn blisters that are keeping him quarantined.

I am going to slip some of those cotton balls in his pockets tomorrow to ensure that he is well enough for camp next week.