So Ugly That I’m Cute


At risk of going on and on about my  health issues, ad nauseum, I feel I need to explain why I haven’t been on more lately.

Other than the usual excuses, such as work, I have had a fever blister that turned into something much worse. I got the original sore before Thanksgiving, and it just wouldn’t heal. Finally, around New Year’s, I decided it was time to do something about it. It was bleeding every night and then scabbing up every day. And it got bigger and bigger. Yeah, gross.

So I went to my dermatologist, who immediately took a sample for biopsy. Good news: I don’t have cancer. Bad news: he didn’t know what it is. So he gave me this cream to put on it. And then it got even worse. The sore traveled down from my lip to my chin and up to my upper lip.

Yuk. It got to the point where students were asking me if I was OK, if something was wrong.

Yesterday, as it got to the point where it was bleeding all the time, I decided to connect with my dermatologist again. He told me that what I was experiencing were all symptoms of the medication, and that what I was describing was actually a good thing. I was a bit skeptical, but decided to go along with the program. I told him about the bleeding during the day, which was a bit embarrassing during lectures, and he suggested slathering on Vaseline to soften it up.

So that’s where I am today. I am going to try what he recommends, and just wait for Thursday of next week when I can stop the medication.

What does this have to do with writing. Absolutely nothing, other than simply the fact that distractions in your daily life can make a mess of your writing life.

And right now, I’m a mess.

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