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Shingles belong on the roof

It seemed at first as if a small insect were flapping its wings under the skin of my forehead. Over the next two days, that odd, feathery, tingling sensation transformed into a torrent of pain that extended from my scalp into my brain. Yet there wasn’t a single outward sign of whatever was going on inside. Still, before I could even finish describing the trajectory of my symptoms, my doctor diagnosed me. Shingles.