I had them in my 40s. Will never forget sitting in the sun at my nephew's outdoor college graduation, in the HEAT, and absolutely miserable. It took a long time for me to get them diagnosed, cuz I didn't think it was something to show the dr. The usual path for shingles is along a nerve branch on the torso, but mine were on my thigh. Couldn't wear pants, had to wear dresses, and no pantyhose... oh the pain!
My dad had 'em too. I wonder if it runs in families?
Here's hoping they leave you quickly.
If it can't be fixed with chocolate... why bother?