I Have Shingles, They are Not on my Roof

I have Shingles, and not on my roof. I do, actually, have shingles on my roof, but these are not the kind that are concerning me right now.
I actually have one little spot that looks like a shingle on my chest. No big deal, I have an immune system that will wipe it out.
Wrong, I have no immune system so I’ll be calling my doctors and praying I don’t have to go to Boston.
It looks like a pimple. It itches a little bit. It does not hurt, but its located along the exact line where my previous shingles were. I don’t have a fever, this is vital.
I’m calling after breakfast. Please don’t blow up my phone and yell it me for not taking proper care of myself.
I’m taking my prophylactic acyclovir (just in case antiviral), but there is one spot.
“Out, damn spot, out I say.”
I’ve actually just paged the allogenic stem cell doctor on call, who happens to be my doctor.
He looked terrible on Thursday, like he was coming down with the flu. I hope he took a day off. Severe colds and the flu can feel just as bad as cancer, these just don’t last for years and they don’t kill young people.
I have an innate need to care for sick people, my doctors are no exception.
I’m hoping we can just wait and see each other tomorrow. Maybe I can just send him a picture to show him it’s really nothing that needs to be addressed now. Maybe he’ll send me to DHMC. I’m really hoping I can just stay in my nice cozy home all day, but we’ll see.