About a week ago I got what I thought was a pimple above my mouth. Fine. Oh! Except it turned out to be a cold sore. I haven’t had a cold sore in quite a few years (I usually can feel it if there’s one coming on, and I either do the trick that mainja taught me – applying ice right away as soon as I feel the tingle – or I apply a lot of pressure, and it just goes away). So instead of on my lip, where they’re less noticeable and totally cover-up-by-lipstick-able, it’s midway between my lips and my nose. And it’s not HUGE but it feels huge. And crusty. And disgusting.

The fun doesn’t end there, though! I’ve had super-chapped lips all this week, despite using this, and this, and this, to no avail, PLUS drinking between 1.5 and 2L of water per day as usual. I woke up this morning and guess what? ANOTHER GROSS COLD SORE HAS APPEARED. This time right on the Cupid’s Bow, of my top lip sort of making me look like I’ve undergone some really unwise collagen injections. And they are painful. And ugly. And I hate them. Fortunately I’m not up to this level yet, but I’m also not married to the richest man in the universe. Which is good, because I like our couch, and I don’t need anyone jumping on it, thank you very much.

This has not been a good face month. Well, any more than usual.