I has them. The weekend of the Iron Bowl, my left arm and shoulder were feeling inflamed, for lack of a better term. As most of you know, this incredibly powerful, buff physique, did not happen on it's own. I had been going at it pretty hard in the weight room and that Friday before, I really thought I had overdone it with my left shoulder. It kept on for a few days so I went to the Doc to see if I could get a little sumpn' sumpn' to ease it off.
Anywho, I woke up Saturday with it hurting like hell and red blotches all over my arm. The wife looked at it and immediately diagnosed me with the Goat Aids, which was confirmed an hour later by the Doc. Goat Aids are also known by another name, Shingles. And they spread. And they hurt. And life sucks.
Now, this is just one of life's inconveniences. I've got two good friends going through chemo right now so I need to quit my bitchin' and suck it up, buttercup. I only say this to tell you someone asked me earlier this year if I had gotten my shingles shot. Scuse' me! Never heard of a shingles shot. Why would I do that? I might get a flu shot, but shingles?
Let's just say I would highly recommend looking into that. Goat Aids is teh suxxors.