I was in denial all weekend that I had a cold sore. I’ve never had one before, so having one now… disturbs me. I picture a future filled with crusty grossness on my face, popping up every week.
I had a facial on Saturday and when I arrived I said… ‘I have this thing. I’m sure it’s not a cold sore. I’ve never had one. You don’t have to do the facial. I’m okay with whatever you decide.’
My facialist is the sweetest lady. In her Russian accent she replied… ‘Darlink. It’s not a cold sore. It’s a split in your lip. It will be okay, darlink.’
So I had my facial, which was delectable.
On the way home I stopped for some Betadine to cure my lip, and get my on the road to un-self-consciousness (I know that’s not a word). The pharmacist looked at me and asked what I need. ‘I have this thing on my lip. It’s not a cold sore. I think I need Betadine.’
The pharmacist reminded me of the two gay guys on Sex and the City, Stamford and Anthony. ‘Honey, I think it’s a cold sore.’
‘Oh no no’, I said, ‘it’s not a cold sore. I don’t get cold sores.’
‘There is a first for everything, you know’, he informed me, with a smirk.
He told me to come back if I decided it was a cold sore and he would give me something else.
So I went on my merry way, in total denial that I would ever have a cold sore. No. Not me.
I woke on Sunday morning and within moments Hubby had diagnosed me with a … cold sore. It was cold outside. I don’t think it had even reached double digits, but I needed the cold sore cream. So I packed up Lacey and headed for the chemist. I popped her beanie on and set on my way.
I was almost there when I stopped to look at Lacey in the pram to do a snot check and see she was okay. I noticed she no longer had the beanie on.
The beanie was brand new. It was teal. It had a flower. It was beautiful. I loved it. Hubby did not. He thought it looked like a tea cosy.
I decided to keep heading for the chemist and hopefully the beanie would be on the path when I returned.
On arriving at the chemist I noticed that the elderly pharmacist (not the one from Saturday) was a little unnerved. Two smackies were trying to get a script filled that had expired, and one of them had just had their arm glassed, tearing their tendons.
He quickly pointed me to the cold sore creams. I started an interesting conversation with the smackies, trying to ease whatever was going down. They were riled up. I heard the story of the glassing of the arm, a birthday, wrong sides of the street and a planned operation of the arm later on that day.
I thought about staying to make sure the pharmacist was okay. But then wanted to get back to the beanie and knew I could do very little with Lacey by my side.
So I headed back home.
Not long into my walk I spotted the beanie. The beautiful teal brand new beanie. In the hands of the angry local homeless man strolling across the road.
I just stopped. And stared. The beanie! I wanted the beanie.
I thought about yelling out. I thought about asking for it back. But I’ve seen this man before. He’s not the giving beanie back kinda guy. So I walked home.
I got home and told Hubby the story of the beanie. And he laughed. ‘Was he wearing the beanie?’
‘No’, I remarked, ‘He wasn’t wearing the beanie. It won’t even fit him.’
‘It’s alright’, Hubby said, ‘I didn’t like it anyway.’
OH NO. The cold sore, the beanie. How sad. How tragic, I totally would have cried.
Cold sores are horrible. I use to get them all the time and now it's like a a distant memory, my body is now immune to cold sore cream and I find denial works best I can normally feel them but they don't surface, fabulous!! Their mostly caused by stress and cold weather, the last time I had one I was around my Mother In law so try not to stress 🙂
{if you really want to get rid of it alchol wipes work better then any coldsore cream} it's a secret nurses trick.
Oh no! What a strange strange morning.
I have a similar cold sore issue. I never ever had one, and then randomly one popped up at some point in my twenties. So horrible. I cried and cried. I had heard such awful things about never being able to get rid of them. Well, it's not true!
Take Lysine everyday, and make sure you use lipbalm (I swear by PawPaw ointment) – expecially when it's windy, very cold, or very hot. I seriously think they come on with extremes of temperature or weather conditions.
Good luckxx
i must be hormonal or over tired because that post made me want to cry.
how dare he have lacey's beanie! 🙁 I WOULD have cried!
x
What a strange set of events! Whats even stranger is that (and I kid you not…) I had to head to the chemist on Friday last week because I had what was looking suspiciously like a cold sore (never had one either) the pharmacist suggested paw paw ointment… and it has pretty much dried up. Weird as I have never one either – i am hoping I dont get whatever it was again!
Hey Telle,
you poor thing.. I've lost precious things before and it hurts so much.. ow
Reminded me of around our place.. we live in St Kilda in Melbourne, and the people you described could have been just down the road from me… but it makes the place doesn't it? Bet you wouldn't swap it for anything 🙂 (except when you lose something special to you to one of those people)
Ronnie
You are a brave woman for striking up a conversation with the junkies!
So sad about the beanie 🙁 I can just picture it too, I bet Lacey looked so cute in it.
What on earth could he want with a baby's beanie? Perplexing… As for the cold sore, that's no fun. Pharmacists and docs are so matter of a fact sometimes – I guess they must see it all as your junkie story underlines.
Hope it's all clearing up now.
i've got a cold sore at the moment too! wierd! sorry you have entered the world of coldsores.. and hope it wasn't the beanie in those GORGEOUS photos of little L?
xoxox sis
A new beanie is in order!
Also, do you have “Herpecin L” where you live? It's over the counter and very good for cold sores…comes in a tube like Carmex.
Aww- well, at least the homeless guy has something pretty now? :/
I hope tomorrow is a better day for you xx