A fever blister appeared yesterday evening right at the lower, left hand corner of my mouth much to my chagrin. The bad thing is that it isn't just one fever blister--it is several extremely small ones all concentrated in one area, so instead of one blemish, I have several! GROSS!
Why is it that whenever one develops a blemish, we spend a good amount of time peering into a mirror contemplating the blemish? Case in point: I just noticed that I have had my makeup compact on my desk all day and I frequently will open it and glance at the blister in the mirror and grimace. I even switched from the powder compact with the smaller mirror to the makeup compact with the larger mirror to better observe the hideous blemish. I am sure my co-workers have wondered if I am vain, but the blister feels huge, and quite frankly, it stings. It is really not that large and noticeable, but in my mind it is greatly distorted and it is irritating me. It is irritating me enough that I commented to a very close co-worker of mine how I feel like I should just don black robes and hat and paint a wart on my nose as well while this blister is around as I borrowed her Campho-Phenique. Thank heavens for nice co-workers.
Did I really just write a blog about a fever blister? That's scary.
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