Head in the Clouds, Feet on the Ground

I'm STILL not convinced that I have chickenpox. The world is so vastly complex. How many viruses on the planet? And I'm just supposed to accept I have some run-of-the-mill children's virus, like people with shingles are swarming the libraries and aisles of Stop and Shop. Now, I know we have our share of elderly, but how likely is it that some shingles-ravaged geriatric coughed in my face and some little viral bug leaped into my mouth, or my hair and then wrestled my immune system to the point of exhaustion?

On the other hand, how many dangerous chemicals are there in the world that could be the culprit behind a plague-like outbreak of hives...(that pus and scab over)? Probably hundreds, if not thousands of near-lethal combinations of chemicals make their way into pre-packaged foods and puffy pastries all across the world every day. And how many outbreaks caused by chemical-laced foods are "suspicious for chickenpox"? (Stamp.) Next!

Just because I got trapped in a weir, doesn't make me a fish. Maybe I'm a oyster or a crustacean. I'm getting a test which will be definitive. Unless of course it comes back positive, in which case I'm apt to contest it.

I was prescribed an antihistamine for the rash, but it's an anti-anxiety medication. An anti-axiety pill for chicken pox??? For real! While it feels like a mental vacation, I seem virtually incapable of being upset, but my head is floating around in the clouds. It's fun to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there. It seems a lot of medication has this effect on people, while there are thousands of herbs that give people a very grounded feeling while helping manage anxiety, or blood pressure, cholesterol, blood sugar, or many other ailments for that matter without blurry vision, dizziness, or the feeling of floating in space. I love my feet in the mossy earth, burrowing beetles, red worms, termites and all. *** Update...okay, I had chickenpox after all. What a doozy!