Permit me to back up a bit;
(this may be redundant in places)
Back around the last week of May I had a sensation.
Not a good one.
Had some pain in my inner ear.
And to what I thought might be a tooth.
Saw a dentist.
She didn’t see anything worthy of the pain, but offered filling a small cavity and a cleaning.
Set up an appointment.
Developed these cool little festering sores on the side of my face.
The pain got a tad worse (much freaking worse).
So bad, after coaxing from my lovely lady, we made a trip to emergency.
The NP said ‘you’ve got shingles’
Gave me a hand full of prescriptions.
At first my lady and I thought she was waaay wrong.
Saw and ear nose throat doc.
Said my throat nose and ear looked normal.
He mentioned some possibilities.
Set me up with a cat scan.
He thought maybe I had some brain issues.
(Dummass, thought I had a brain)
Anyway, the pain worsened.
All points, symptoms revealed it truly is shingles.
OD’d on ibuprofen for weeks.
It helped, some.
Still couldn’t be horizontal without much discomfort.
Came to the understanding one could actually sleep standing up if one became exhausted enough. 
Then remembered the little vial of CBD (hemp) oil in the medicine cab.
It helped more.
Thing is, the doc mentioned the possibility of this crud lasting more than the usual 3-5 weeks.
Could be months.
Or
Phooking Forever (not a direct quote)
I read where Ramsay Hunt syndrome could develop, causing facial paralysis.
Looked up the symptoms.
I had most of those.
I calmly solemnly sat back and thought ‘SHIT!!!’
Around the fourth week I developed despondent thoughts of sitting out in the meadow with a large pile of smoldering weed and some aged single malt scotch, sipping, wafting the smoke into my face with both hands, and when I got so plastered and happy, I’d get someone down the path to take a 54 oz hickory baseball bat and swing for the fences thru the back of my head.
Then, sometime in week five (a day or two ago), the pain abated.
The sharp shards of knife stabs became dull to sometimes nonexistant.
I could be vertical without grimacing, even without 5000 mgs of ibuprofen.
I could put a half dropper of hemp oil under my tongue and sleep…in the bed.
Today? By God I’m almost back to normal.
I don’t have to force myself to do chores, or projects.
They’re all happy things again.
Nutshell;
This shit ain’t for the weak of mind.
I mean, I can do pain.
Old people are like that.
But five freakin’ weeks?
Nobody should have to do that.
I’m just so very happy to be almost over it.
The sun shone today.
Didn’t matter.
If it rained or snowed, it would’ve been the most beautiful day ever.
The capper; I enjoyed it all with my caring patient lovely life mate.
  
None of us have tomorrow
but
By God I had today
and hey
tomorrow looks strong whether it comes or not