I went to the doctor today to diagnose this monstrous thing growing near my bottom lip and my doctor told me it looks like a cold sore. Great! I should have went with my first instinct on Friday. This would have been gone a long time ago if I didn't listen to that damn pharmacist and bought Abreva on Friday. I told my doctor I asked the pharmacist on Friday so I can buy some medication and she said, 'oh what do they know.' Since I complained they told me it wasn't a cold sore so I left it alone until I saw her. So now I'm suffering for a few more days because it grew more since then and to top it off, there are 2 more growing! I'm going to be in hiding for a long time.
The second I walked into work after the doctor's visit, my coworker Tom asked what's the verdict. My response? I'm a member of the Dirty People Club now. He likes to joke around that only 'dirty' people get cold sores or the medical term, herpes and NOT genital herpes mind you (they are different!) So he said, I knew deep down you are a dirty girl! So the whole day we were joking around how dirty we are. Besides, I think the reason why I got hit on on Saturday at Union Plaza was because of this cold sore. Who in their right mind would tell a girl she's hot when she has a honking cold sore on her face?? Only a guy who thinks she's easy would. Well, that's how I see it. But he probably looked passed my badge of dirty honor and saw my true beauty. Who knows. I turned him down because he creeped me out by following me to the bathroom and waiting for me to come out. Weirdo.
Anyways, it gonna sucks that I have this ugly cold sore this weekend. It's a 3 day weekend and people will wanna see me. So my plan this weekend? Bake a cheesecake on Friday. If the cold sore shrinks a bit, then dinner date with the boy on Saturday and maybe go clubbing with Aprille Sunday. If the cold sore is gone, then I'm gonna have a dirrrty weekend. ;)
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