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I like to think I'm not vain.
My lack of care about my general appearance has come into question. Generally, I'm a no-muss, no-fuss sort of gal. I wear minimal make-up; I can "do" my hair in sixty seconds; I wear jeans and dress shirts to work on most days. It takes me fifteen minutes to get ready for work each morning. I get up twenty minutes before I am due to leave the house. And it takes me about 20 to 25 minutes to get ready for a night out. Not a lot, considering many women spend at least an hour.
Anyway, what happened today, you ask?
A cold sore. I'm being such a baby, I know. But it feels like some sort of monster growth on my lower lip. I'm completely grossed out and afraid to be seen in public. I almost threw a scarf over my mouth when I went into the drug store for Abreva before work. I proceeded to hide in my office and whine about my cold sore during the rest of the day. I did manage to sneak down to the boss's office and cry to her about it. She can relate because she is the queen of cold sores and gets them far too often. She also knows someone who knows a pharmacist. This pharmacist hooks her up with prescription meds without a prescription. So, she hooked me up with some pills and ointment to make it go away faster than any of the over-the-counter stuff. I want it gone! It has marred my face! I'm sure it isn't super noticeable, but I feel like it is glowing red and shouting at everyone to have a gander. Uck!
My lack of care about my general appearance has come into question. Generally, I'm a no-muss, no-fuss sort of gal. I wear minimal make-up; I can "do" my hair in sixty seconds; I wear jeans and dress shirts to work on most days. It takes me fifteen minutes to get ready for work each morning. I get up twenty minutes before I am due to leave the house. And it takes me about 20 to 25 minutes to get ready for a night out. Not a lot, considering many women spend at least an hour.
Anyway, what happened today, you ask?
A cold sore. I'm being such a baby, I know. But it feels like some sort of monster growth on my lower lip. I'm completely grossed out and afraid to be seen in public. I almost threw a scarf over my mouth when I went into the drug store for Abreva before work. I proceeded to hide in my office and whine about my cold sore during the rest of the day. I did manage to sneak down to the boss's office and cry to her about it. She can relate because she is the queen of cold sores and gets them far too often. She also knows someone who knows a pharmacist. This pharmacist hooks her up with prescription meds without a prescription. So, she hooked me up with some pills and ointment to make it go away faster than any of the over-the-counter stuff. I want it gone! It has marred my face! I'm sure it isn't super noticeable, but I feel like it is glowing red and shouting at everyone to have a gander. Uck!
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