That's right. Last Saturday I woke up feeling a bit queer, (but not queer in the modern sense, hell no! But in the old fashioned sense; a bit odd or strange. Different from norm) and with some new spots on my forehead. Sunni at work suggested i visit a NHS drop in centre which i did during my lunchbreak that day. The two nurses I saw looked at my face and at my back and said in unison 'You have Chicken Pox.'
As I was contagious I had to go straight home, and stay there. And this is where I've stayed since. For the first 3 days I couldn't even lift my head off the pillow, and made the elephant man look like David Beckham. Wednesday was the first day I got out of bed, and even now I look like a leper, or an extra from the 'Shaun of the Dead' movie'.
Hopefully I'll feel better soon, and hopefully I wont scar!