I have correctly self-diagnosed myself with shingles, with a little help from WebMD (there's a link to it in one of my sidebars - love it), along with a hesitant and unsure half-confirmation from my medical resident husband.
I said to my husband, "I guess this is normal."
Husband: "What?! What do you mean by normal? This isn't normal."
Me: "For a doctor's wife to get shingles, I mean."
Husband: "Huh? What do you mean?"
Actually, I don't know if I really have shingles, but, I'm pretty sure. It just makes sense.
Me (to my husband): "I've been feeling a lot of stress lately, so it makes sense."
Husband (to my daughter): "Mommy doesn't have any stress."
Husband (to me): "Why do you think you have been so stressed?"
Me (in disbelief, silent)
Husband: "Millions of women would love to have your life, you have the perfect life. I don't know why you are stressed at all."
At this point, we venture upstairs to look up shingles in his medical school textbooks. Suddenly, we hear a bang from inside the closed door to the bathroom. We all look at each other: me, my husband, and three of our children, our fourth was napping. I jump to open the door, fully expecting some sort of raccoon or squirrel. There on the floor, going through the cupboards under our sink, was our 1-year old son.
Me: "Did you put him in here?"
Me: "How long has he been in there?!"
Husband: "I don't know. When did he go in there?"
Me: "I thought he was asleep in his crib!"
Husband: "So did I."
Me: "You mean, you didn't get him out of his crib?"
Me: "What?! Then how did he get in here?"
Husband: "I don't know."
Me: "Didn't you put him IN HIS CRIB earlier for a nap when I told you to?!"
(An hour and a half earlier.)
Me: "What?! He's been locked up in the bathroom all this time?!"
Husband: "Don't blame me. I was downstairs with you."
Me: "It's no wonder I have shingles!"
Husband: "What is that supposed to mean? It's not my fault."
Within three minutes, my husband was snoring in bed. I was still worked up, trying not to burn a batch of cookies, mediating a battle between my 5-year old and 3-year old over a cute pink belt that they both wanted to wear, trying to keep everyone quiet so they wouldn't wake up my husband, and changing my 1-year old son's diaper.
Really, it wouldn't surprise me at all if this is shingles. But, the sad thing is, my husband will probably never get it, (and I am not referring to shingles here).