It might interest (or disgust) you to know that I awoke yesterday morning to find that the end of my nose had transformed into a bubbling, blistering coldsore. If that description makes you feel sick, imagine how I must feel, walking around with it actually on MY FACE.
Life is split into two types of people- Coldsore Sufferers and Non-Coldsore Sufferers. The latter will never understand the misery of waking up to find your lips (or in my case, the end of my nose: all my life I have to put up with
people telling me that 'you can't get coldsores on the your nose'- you
fucking can and I've got one, alright?) covered with weeping scabs for No Reason... Non-Coldsore Sufferers will stare at your blister with a look of horror on their face, and ask: "What did you do?" as if you woke up with a coldsore on purpose.
People who do have the coldsore virus know that coldsores rear their ugly head when your body is run down, when you haven't been sleeping enough or getting enough vitamins. (Sometimes for me, even a bash to the mouth can trigger an attack, as if the virus has been rudely awoken.) You can stop them from appearing if you slap on some aciclovir cream as soon as you feel the tell-tale tingle, a unique sensation that Coldsore Sufferers grow to recognise as an early warning.
Sometimes, however, the bastard virus breaks out sneakily, while you are asleep. On Friday night I went to bed with a smooth, normal nose and when I looked in the mirror the next morning, I saw that blisters had formed. From now on things can only get worse as I wait for them to burst and scab over and heal.
If I'm making you feel nauseous- good. People always roll their eyes and tut when I complain about coldsores, but when I have a break-out, I literally can't think of anything else until it has gone. Kids point and stare (I'm dreading work this week) and you sit on the bus/metro with your head hung low, hoping nobody can see it.
When I was younger I would get them every few weeks and the doctor told me there was nothing to be done. Now I get them about twice a year (TOUCH WOOD) but they always crop up when I have a Big Event coming up. I bet if I ever get married I'll wake up on my wedding day with a coldsore. I think I would have to cancel the whole thing.
The reason I got a coldsore this weekend is obviously because next Saturday is my cousin's wedding and the virus couldn't stand to think of me actually having a nice time. If my nose hasn't cleared up by then I won't be able to get in any of the photos. I'll be miserable all day, conscious of everybody staring, of having conversations with people and their eye inadvertently jumping to my scabby clown's nose.
Also, I have nothing to wear.
On that note, good night. I hope your nose is having a better time than mine is.