Vanity Overcome...damn it.
Please note that this is indeed a before photo, the small pink blotch to the left of the line was a cold sore starting to come up. Next time I swear I'll get a better photo. Turns out the auto white balance plus the horrid bathroom lighting equals a photo that we feel doesn't do my almost cold sore justice. Also you have to trust that I do know dang well what a cold sore feels like and this was going to be one.
This is the after photo. I added the red lines for reference on my lips and also cause I heard vertical lines are slimming..... It's hard to tell but the pink blotch is gone, here it is a half hour later and no cold sore appeared and my sanity is still intact! Oh Goody!How to find out very quickly just how vain you are. Even if you don't think you are, at all. As in not a drop of make-up, no hair product, perfumes of any kind. Not vain. Acknowledge the silver hairs popping up on your head with a nod and a wink and a promise that they'll stay silver as you've no desire to dump chemicals on your brain.
You might feel pretty damn comfortable in your own skin and it's only the occasional pair of girly socks that have stripes, or polka dots, oohhh or anything fuzzy wuzzy that captures your inner sparkly pink girl self and make you strut about with your jeans hiked up so people can admire an extra inch or two of your prettied up ankles.
Nope, not vain.
Certainly comfortable enough to have your husband take a super macro photo of your face, not even your face, just your lips....for the greater good of course. Not for anything kinky. Not that I'm saying the greater good is mutually exclusive of kinky things.
It's all because of the damn cold sores.
Evil, nasty little teenage years ruining buggers that always have popped up *coincidentally* on picture day at school, or the first day of school, or the day before school starts, or at school or any time some one so much as mentions the world school.
I do not miss being a teenager. Back then cold sores had their way with me. I didn't care if it was a tiny pink spot (relatively speaking) on my face. That a cold sore had nothing absolutely to do with who I was, they hurt, itched and drove me maddddddddddddd.
UNTIL....
(there's always a dramatic *until* and a breath of anxious silence when something amazing is about to be revealed.)
Until...Tetrasil
I love Tetrasil. It's the most amazing, relatively inexpensive product that ACTUALLY WORKS that I have ever had the pleasure of running in to.
I have wrote about it before, but it's so good it deserves it's own damn blog. Ode to Tetrasil every day. Songs, poems and fine pieces of art should all be dedicated to Tetrasil. People should name their kids after this product it's sooooo goood.
The ONLY salve I have EVER tried that can actually STOP a cold sore. STOP one.
Hooo boy, It got a little warm in here didn't it?
It's just so dang amazing. It would be like you discovered that you could breath under water, would you not brag that up? Would you not want to redirect every conversation around to the absolute amazingnest of being able to breathe under water?
It's like that.
The only disclaimer I have is that I can not say for sure that Tetrasil
But I hope it does.
Now to clarify about Tetrasil stopping a cold sore I have learned this fact for myself through trial and error. As in the first second I feel the tell tale itch, burning, tingly, make me wanna rip my lip off feeling I TRY and run (with out error) to one of my many many tubes of Tetrasil to slather my lip up. If I do it fast enough, and keep the Tetrasil on long enough the pink swelling that is beginning to occur will go away. Fairly fast. If you've already got the blisters that appear it's probably too late to make the cold sore reverse, you need to catch it the INSTANT you feel/see it appear.
If you have had a cold sore coming on and have tried all the "put ice on it" "put a tea bag on it" "put your fist through the wall" type advice to stop one I'm betting it didn't work.
Cold sores are like this freaky little bit of evilness that resides amongst humans, preying on their stress and lips and making us think dark nasty thoughts about nuclear means of removing one...bleck. I hate them.
But I can't remember the last time I had one. I'm pretty sure when I did it was one that popped up while I was asleep, ASLEEP! Can you fricking believe it? I mean good golly what kind of war is that? Sneak up on your enemy while they're asleep and do your worst??? I learned my lesson though, I keep a tube of Tetrasil on my night stand and if I wake up in the night and so much as think the word "cold sore" I slather up. I'd rather be safe, salved up rather than sorry.
Perhaps I AM vain, that a little pink bump or sore can cause me so much unresolved anger and make me want to wear a brown paper bag, simple but stylish, not to mention recyclable, over my head when one of them gets past my defenses.
The other night I felt a cold sore coming on. Seven and a half piercing screams later I tore across the room for my handiest tube of Tetrasil.
You know how in the cartoons when a character is going so fast that when they stop they skid to a halt with smoke coming up from their heels? Well that was me, I swear I've got carpet burn oh my heels, so abruptly did I slam on my brakes and started hollering to my husband "GET THE CAMERA, GET THE CAMERA!"
The things I will do for my fellow cold sore sufferers.
I danced on the balls of my feet, hands flailing as I stood in the unforgiving bathroom light calling out as sanely as possible to my husband "HURRY HURRY HURRY, ACCK HURRRRRRRY, JUST TAKE A PICTURE ALREADY!!!!!!"
So he swooped in, camera in hand, blazing a path of point and shoot glory to my face.
(That's what's cool about my husband, I start running round like a nut screeching that he should grab the camera and take a photo of my lips as fast as he can and he does it.)
He snaps the photo, I slather up in Tetrasil until the tell tale itching and slight pain has gone away and I sigh in relief when I clean my face and see the beginnings of a cold sore has left the premises.
SWEET!!
Victory is mine once more.
Much more calmly I ask for an after photo, again super macro.
Little did I realize the tizzy that a super macro of one's own face would do to one's self.
HAIR????
I HAVE HAIR ON MY FACE????????? My pores are like the fricking craters on the moon, good God it's a wonder my husband and 2 cats haven't fallen in and been lost for ever. Perhaps I should keep some spelunking supplies near by so should there be an accident I could throw some rope in after the loved one who got too close.
SEE!
See what I mean, where in the hell did that unexpected pocket of vanity come from?????
Go ahead, take a super macro (which is closer than a regular macro) of your own face, not even the whole face. No just a nice close shot that only fits like 8 skin cells in the frame and take the photo under lovely fluorescent light and have a gander at it on your computer. Where you can see a part of your own face 17 times bigger on the screen.
17!!!! This is not a number I pulled out of my...er..head like I do sometimes for fun. This is an actual "Honey get over here and please help me figure out how much bigger the super macro photo of my lips is on my computer screen than my real life itsy bitsy lips are."
My sweetie brings his trusty measuring tape, measures my lips, then we measure the lips on the screen and I'm looking at a whopping 17 times larger image of my self.
ewwwwwww. damn it, get me a hammer so I knock some sense into the vain brain cells that have come to life upon seeing my own face that close up.
My only consolation is that I took the photos for the greater good, so I would have proof that a cold sore was coming up and that a few minutes later after an application of my bestest inanimate friend (Tetrasil not my coffee maker) all over the spot it was gone. And STAYED gone. Till what ever nice real life moment it should choose to attack me again. Most likely during an episode of StarGate Atlantis, or when I'm next in line at the DMV or am up to my elbows in glue. Because don't think for one second a cold sore will appear when...say, you have the weapon to repel it in your hand. Nope, it spies on you and waits till your kitchen timer is going off, you're about to burn supper, the phone rings and the cat checks to see if you can keep your balance after running hell bent for leather at your legs in a mini feline body slam. THAT is when a cold sore will try and get you. Which is why I have a tube beside my bed, one in the bathroom, one in the glove compartment of the car plus a spare.
Not to mention I carry one of those tubes in my pocket if we're leaving the house or the safety of our little car for any longer then it takes to pop in to Trader Joe's and buy 3 cans of French Roast Coffee beans.
My point about the vanity.... I do have a point, it may be dull and need a bit of sharpening but it's still there, trust me.
My point is I came this close *holds up thumb and pointy finger together so that a mere fraction of a molecule of space is between them* to just dumping the photos and saying to heck with it.
Silly huh, as if other humans don't have pores, nearly invisible facial hairs and the occasional cold sore. Nothing like a sit down with one's own conscience for a heart to heart about what's really important in the world to make one feel silly, childish and embarrassed about one's small bout of teenage vanity.
My bottom line, I use Tetrasil
Yahoooooo for me for acting like a grown up and defeating yet another cold sore.
Said to person off screen after I think I'm all done though my fingers sneakily keep typing, unbeknownst to me: "Can I get my treat now? But, you said if I did this I got a treat? WHAT THE HELL KIND OF TREAT IS THAT? Alleviating my conscious? Personal growth? A PERSONAL GROWTH IS WHAT GOT ME INTO THIS MESS IN THE FIST PLACE. Fine, I said FINE...yes I would like a coffee."




