Dale, my husband, gets cold sores all the time. It’s not unusual for him to have 3 or 4 jars of Carmex at any given time. And oddly enough, I’ve gotten to wear I can actually tolerate the smell and taste of it.
So Monday morning, imagine my surprise when I woke up with a HUGE cold sore right in the middle of my lip. I remembered what Dale does, he slathers it up with Carmex. So I went hunting for one of his little yellow jars. Surprise! I couldn’t find ONE! Nothing. Nada. Not one. There wasn’t any in the house. Have I really gone 10 and a half months without one jar of Carmex in my house?
This cold sore hurts. I finally got to the store yesterday to try and find a jar of Carmex. Imagine my disappointment when I couldn’t find any. All they have, it seems, is those little yellow tubes of petroleum jelly. BLECH! Well, I have to have something or this thing will never go away. It tastes even worse than the jars.
The worst part of this cold sore is that I can’t even kiss my darling girls. It makes me sad.