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It started out mildly enough: One day, about two weeks ago, I got a headache. But then day turned turned into night and night turned into new day and I still had the headache. One day turned into the next and into the next and after a week of the same headache, I went to the doctor, who had little advice for me, other than "Get a CT."

CT was normal, headache was ever-present. Fortunately, I mentioned my headache to my brother, who told me I should try Flonase, a corticosteroid.

While I waited to get a new appointment with my doctor to discuss Flonase, Leslie came down with similar symptoms. Except she also had muscle spasms, and her headache was located in a different section of her skull. So off to the doctor we went, where she was diagnosed with... Shingles.

Yep. Shingles. Bummer. Nothing to be done to get rid of them, she has to wait for them to calm down on their own. She's on an anti-viral, which decreases the intensity of the symptoms, but she's still pretty inconvenienced by the pain. So she'll have to live with it for another few weeks.

I'm keeping her in Perrier and coloring books. But she may end up going to work next week, as Toy Fair is large and in charge and she needs to keep things together. Leslie's loyalty is an inspiration.