Yesterday morning I suddenly felt the presence of an uninvited and very unwelcome visitor moving in on my top lip. I had just hopped in the shower when BOOM! there it was...the tingle...out of nowhere and just like that. I hurried through my shower so I could get to the medicine cabinet to pop my go away now cold sore pills prescribed to me by my dermatologist a couple of years ago. Famvir. It's like...magic!
Or at least it used to be. Apparently my cold sores have somehow adapted and morphed, finding their way around the magic Famvir pills so now I'm left looking as though I either, a) got hit in the mouth with a baseball bat or, b) had Angelina wanna be collagen injections. It is right smack dab in the middle of my top lip and burns like hell fire.
Since yesterday afternoon I have consumed five Famvir pills, three Lysine pills, B-Complex vitamins, Biotin, Vitamin C, Folic Acid, several ibuprofen, and slept with my toothpaste/sea salt concoction plastered on my lip. All to NO avail.
Which has left me feeling like this...
But at least I tried.
And while I was on the couch reading and feeling sorry for myself yesterday afternoon, Dracen tried his hand at making dough all over my kitchen. I went in to find a sticky substance on every dish in the sink, the counter tops, the floor and all over the jug of milk in the refrigerator. It had DRACEN written all over it.
He had gone over to Momaw and Popaw's house before I discovered the mess so when he got home later and I questioned him about it, he explained very nonchalantly that he was only trying to make some dough and then responded to my questioning as to why he didn't clean up the mess with, "What mess?"
Which made me think of this...
After discovering the hot mess in my kitchen, before Dracen had returned for questioning, I went back to feeling sorry for myself, fretting and repeating over and over and over, "Why-why-why, oh WHY has the Famvir stopped working?! I just don't understand the unfairness of it all!" while also trying to find a little peace and serenity in the stillness of the sunroom.
And out of the blue, Lucky the Former Shotgun Victim Lemon Beagle (who I am now convinced is bipolar) began howling, barking and frantically pawing at the windows which set the Darling Dachshunds off because obviously, by the way he was carrying on, there was surely a massive army of overgrown squirrels coming up through the woods or a man with an ax climbing the fence in order to come and kills us all.
But there was nothing. NOTHING. But since he would not listen to reason, I let him out to go attack the invisible predator and watched from the window as he bolted all around the yard baying, howling and growling while the Dachsies tried desperately to figure out what this sudden uproar was all about.
Which made me remember this...
And then I looked in the mirror at the super-sized morph monster cold sore on my lip and felt exactly like this...
And that's why I love Pinterest,