The Cold (Sore) War

Cold Sore

Starts with a tingle
Next come the ugly blisters
Seven days to heal


As you can probably guess from the Haiku above, I am suffering from a cold sore (or a fever blister as they are sometimes known). I am depressed about it, which only serves to make it worse.

It is my own damn fault. A recipe for success:

Too much sun + too many late nights + making out with a man with a beard + stressing about my life = Cold Sores.

What kills me is that I take such good care of myself otherwise. I eat right, I exercise, I don’t drink, I don’t do drugs and I don’t smoke. Yet I suffer from chronic bouts of canker sores and often get cold sores. What gives?

I’ll now be ugly for next 7 to 10 days as I go through the cycle (blisters, puss, cracking, yellow crust, red skin, healing). Maybe I’ll just tell people I got in to a pub brawl and was punched in the mouth? Is that better or worse?

Apparently the man upstairs hasn’t ever gotten lucky and doesn’t want us to enjoy sex either…otherwise he wouldn’t have made some many STD’s. It’s just a thought.