My affliction has lessened in severity over the years, I will say that. When I was in college, my cold sores were so bad they made me miss classes, for fear I would frighten my fellow classmates with my lip deformity. My lip would swell up so big I looked like a freak...or a chick who just caught a beat down. The elephant lady. It was that bad. My mama must have thought it was that bad too because she always allowed me to stay home to stew in my own embarrassment over my herpetic lip. There is nothing more humbling than going about your day with a cold sore looming under your nose.
Some mornings I'll wake up and feel that familiar tingling, itchy sensation on my lips. Daaaaaaaaaangit, I will mutter. Another cold sore! Then I review what's been going on in my life over the past week or so. Then I understand why I got the cold sore in the first place.
Aside from watching my stress level, it's hard to prevent them. I have tried so many remedies. Ice cubes...didn't work. Carmex...useless. Blistex...even more useless. Campho-Phenique...made me smell like a weird old lady. Herpecin-L...made me look like I had a piece of soggy bacon on my upper lip. Ew. Tea bags, to dry the sore out...just formed giant scabs. Not very cute. I've tried prescription meds, the ones they use for people with herpes. Ahem. Then tried to live that down when the sibs found out I was treating my herpes simplex 1.
Then there are those times when the cold sore does it's magic while I am asleep...and then it's too late to attack it with the tea tree oil...and I get a full-on sore. Like now. All because I spent the day at Huntington Beach last Thursday and I foolishly decided to take a nap...in the sun. Overcast sun, mind you, but it was still the sun. That is what I get, I suppose, for laying out with my buttcheeks exposed (the beach was practically deserted) like some giant sun goddess.
So now I must deal with this lip. Aaaaarrgh. Oh, and do yourself a favor. Don't google cold sore for images. Shiver. You didn't think I was going to take a picture of my own affliction, did you?