Our dear friend Fuzz recently chastised me for not having a better filing system in my life. I figure I have many filing systems so that has to be a better way to do things than just one. However, it does mean that ever so occasionally, things slip through.

As I am certain that anyone who has gotten close enough to me to hear me whinge of late, you’ll be aware that I am stuck south of the Queensland border unable to get home and having contracted an unbelievably painful case of shingles followed by what is known as postherpetic neuralgia, which one gets if one does not diagnose the shingles soon enough. Although I am sure some doctors on the site could provide more, and more accurate details. Anyway, as I have probably bored half the world with, as my rash did not appear until later in the proceedings, shingles was not considered. We went from possible blood clots (I have form with this, though not for fifteen years) to some form of bursitis to a prolapsed disc to an arthritic hip to, when finally the rash deemed to show itself, shingles. I'd had all sorts of orthopods and specialists slinging advice so when…