Chickenpox. I love the smell of Calamine Lotion in the morning
One of the special little gifts that children give you is their ability to come home with every germ and bug going.
Every time I go to nursery, the first thing I see on the door is new warning notice around the latest nasty that is ripping through the mini-mes and causing temperatures and work diary stress levels to shoot up.
We’re very fortunate in that the Duke on the main has been pretty good; he isn’t a sickie type kid. I know a certain level of poorliness is to be expected and if anything kids need to get ill to build their immune systems, but we seem to have been coming out so far so unpuked.
So when he came home a couple of weeks ago with a raging fever and tell-tale spots started appearing all down his back we knew the Chickenpox or ‘Chickenspots’ as he christened them had come to visit.
A course of quarantine, Piriton and more Calamine that you can shake a scabby stick at seemed to keep the worst of it at bay. Bless him he didn’t really even want to scratch them; after three or four days I thought we had gone through the worst of it pretty unscathed. How wrong I was.
The Royal College of GPs says that in the main it’s children aged two to four that are susceptible. Chickenpox can be more than a harmless childhood illness especially in adulthood, it can, for example, have serious implications, particularly for pregnant women and good looking dads.
For the last couple of weeks, I felt crappy, like I had a bug that I couldn’t shift. Hot and shaky and a loss of appetite had the making of a case of man flu, so I thought. So like a brave boy I soldiered on, the fact that I had to go straight to bed at six o’clock on two days should have told me something was up but I ignored it.
I can home from work on last Monday feeling terrible, I had a temperature of 39 and was shivering so I wrapped up in a couple of duvets and tried to sweat it out. I woke in the morning went to the shower and looked in the mirror and saw a rash of spots, surely I couldn’t have Chickenpox, I must have had it as a child?
A trip to the clinic in Brighton confirmed that I was special. 9 out of 10 people have had it as a child. Obviously, I hadn’t, and I was a special one! The nurse actually told me she could see them popping out while we spoke (Yuck!).
Everyone at work was under the same impression ‘You didn’t have it as a kid?‘ no, I hadn’t it seems. And ‘You know its worst for adults don’t you?’
What it’s Like to Have Chickenpox as an Adult
Straight to Boots collecting a tonne of Calamine, Piratine and some pills called Aciclovir the size of Lockets and then to bed to sleep and shiver like a madman.
When I managed to get out of bed later, my face felt like it was on fire, looking in the mirror I nearly fainted. What was facing me wasn’t my normal handsome features, but something more akin to that of John Merrick’s, Freddy Kruger’s and Adrian Mole’s love child. My face, chest, back, and legs had erupted in a sea of angry red puss heavy boils.
Over the next six days, I sweated and shivered my way through the first four series of Grange Hill and nearly a stone. (Needed, but I can think of my nicer ways to lose weight) and a wealth of Persil after having to change bedding twice a day at one point because it was so wet and sporting several layers of flaky skin.
I can confirm Chickenpox is worse for adults, I can’t remember a time when I have felt so ill in a long time.
Thankfully it doesn’t seem to have left any lasting scars, even though I was secretly rubbing up and down doorways like a pervert to soothe the never ending itchiness.
Here in no particular order are my ‘Top Five Worse Places To Get Chickenpox.’
- Small of your back
- Left nut
- Inside of your lip
Fortunately, it seems now like I am over the worst of it, just a few more itchy scabs to heal over.’ I remember when I told Duke ‘ Look you’ve given Daddy your Chickenspots‘ He replied ‘ I know, that’s funny’. With a sharply developing sense of schadenfreude like that, there is no doubt he is my child…
You wait, little boy revenge will be mine :)…
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