So, all growing up, I used to get canker sores--not occasionally, but frequently. I would get them if I ate too much citrus or if I had too much sugar or really too much of anything. It was my body's way of saying, "hold it sister."
Then, one day I decided to get married. The wedding planning was pretty stressful. If you've ever been married, you'll know what I mean. My body really didn't like that I put it under so much stress, so right after Derek and I tied the knot and boarded a plane to fly out for our honeymoon, my lip started tingling. This was a new sensation for me. I'd always had canker sores, but I could not figure out why my upper lip was feeling numb. Oh well, the wedding was over, I was ready to have fun!
Well, the day after I woke-up from the plane ride and went into the bathroom to get ready, what did I see? My first ever cold sore. It was nasty. You see, I already have large lips, so anything on top of them really makes a scene. I was a bit devastated because after our honeymoon, we were headed back to Derek's hometown to have our reception. I would be meeting all of his friends that I'd never seen and now I looked nasty. I started crying. I really did. I couldn't help it. Here I was, supposed to be looking so incredibly beautiful and now my lip looked like a mini crater had erupted.
I survived the reception and no one was mean enough to mention how terrible my lip looked and eventually--WITH MEDICATION--the cold sore went away. I had to take amoxicillin or some other drug like that. I'm telling you, it was nasty.
Last fall, we were in the process of buying a house and moving and accepting our first real job and we decided to take a trip to San Diego. It was a great trip, but I got sunburned and guess what happened? Yeah, another nasty cold sore. Let's see, if you'd describe the first one as Mt. McKinley, this one would have to be Mt. Everest. I'm telling you, I could see it from my peripheral vision. The thing is, I was slathering on the abreva like you're supposed to and it was only getting bigger and bigger and grosser and grosser. By the time I went to the urgent care, people were gawking at me. I blogged about this event here. The picture doesn't show up anymore I don't think, but use your imagination if you must.
Well, this last week I allowed myself to get a little worked up when a doctor bill came. It was my own fault. I opened the mail on Friday after everything had closed, so I mentally stressed over it all weekend long. Of course, on Monday, when I finally called about it, it was nothing! And, Derek is leaving town for the whole weekend. And I'm pregnant and feeling chubby. You know how it goes. Blah, blah, blah.
Right now, it's just a mere baby cold sore and I'm trying to calm myself down and hope it doesn't get any worse. But that just seems to stress me out--trying to not stress out about the cold sore. What a vicious cycle.