 When I say that I have been having a pity party in the last few weeks, it has been an absolute riot. So I got a cut on my leg underneath my prosthetic when I went swing dancing. No big deal, I didn't really pay attention to it. That was my mistake because that cut got infected. Went to the doctor, got antibiotics, everything looked like it was going okay, except that it wasn't, except that there was weird things on my skin growing around it, which is very concerning, so I went back to the doctor to discover that I did have an infection, but I also had shingles because my immune system is trashed. So then I got an antivirals for that. I had to miss a few important things with people that I love, that I had to flake on, and now the nerve pain from the shingles is combining, it's joining hands with the existing nerve pain from the amputation, and I am drowning in self-pity. Come join the party guys, it is a blast.