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  A Cold Sore Named Titan
1/25/2005
One night last week I went to sleep with a tiny zit on my lip where my moustache would go if I were capable of growing one and not a genetically mutated manchild. This morning I woke up thinking a giant beetle had laid eggs in my lip and stored a dead otter in there for the larvae to feed upon when they hatched.

Seriously. This is the kind of thing that raises concerns.

Looking in the mirror was like looking at your finger after you pull it from a running garbage disposal. No matter how bad you think it's going to be, you aren't prepared for what you see.

My lip needed its own area code. It was about the size and shape of a lunar probe, and even had a tiny American flag sticking out of it. I named it "titan" in honor of Jupiter's moon. When I smiled I looked like a stroke victim- half of my mouth was all floppy and unresponsive and stupid. For one hilarious second I entertained the possibility that I had "just slept on it wrong." Like I was able to sleep all night with my upper lip slammed in the window. Whatever.

I am retarded.

It wasn't like a gaping wound or anything. It was just big and painful. Having never seen this particular part of my body in this particular condition, I decided then and there to go to the doctor. In addition to being retarded, I am a man of action.

The doc came in and I told him it felt like I slept with a running jackhammer on my face. I was confused and relieved when he told me it was a cold sore. I had tonsillitis the previous week, and this was apparently one fun side effect of having had a fever. See, all this time I thought a cold sore was a little lesion on your mouth. I had no idea it involved so much pain. I was sure this was going to require amputation and perhaps a lancing or two. I imagined leaving the doc's office with some kind of lip drainage bag strapped to my waist. Look out ladies...

He prescribed Valtrex for my hideous disfigurement and I instantly thought of those "I'm living a full life with herpes" commercials. I asked him if I could go ride a bicycle down a shady lane in a carefree fashion. He seemed cool with that, but told me that this wasn't the evil "downstairs" kind. You have to work a little harder to get that kind.

In any case, Valtrex will fix a cold sore faster than a microwaved baby, and I don't even know what that means. So there.




Tonight I am going to my friend's birthday party. He is turning 24 or something, so naturally we are having his party at Chuck-e-Cheese. Expect a write up on that soon. I personally look forward to being way too big to be allowed into that awesome room full of plastic balls and germs. I guess I'll have to find another place to pee.

I am also foregoing my mortgage payment this month in hopes of winning big on the skeeball lanes. I'm expecting a 200% return in the form of vinyl wallets, Spongebob digital watches, and oversized stuffed animals, which I will sell on e-bay at a huge profit.

If nothing else, the music will be awesome and the pizza will be average.




Speaking of awesome music, I am now going to take an opportunity to tell you where to be this Friday for some of the best music Atlanta has to offer (in my infallible opinion). Ballyhoo Orchestra, Jango Monkey, and Lindsay Rakers Band will all be playing at Jakes Toadhouse in Decatur this Friday, January 28th at 8 pm, and this show promises to funk your skull with smooth jams until you either explode or become pregnant with the seed of ROCK, which will ultimately manifest itself in the form of you becoming 90% more awesome.

Come for the good music, stay to throw things at me.

I'm bringing my breast-signing pen just in case. Go to the Toadhouse website for directions. I'd better see you there, or you're all grounded.

Dusty

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posted by Dusty at 6:00 AM

9 Comments:

Anisettekiss said...
You sure know how to clear a room.
Anonymous said...
Got that right, maybe he was getting self conscious...

Doubtful.

It was instantaneous death by Valtrex.

thea@what.org/net
Mrs. Shanton said...
...wwwwwwas it something I said?
Dusty said...
Naw...I was trying to erase one comment but it wouldn't let me do just one, so I had to erase all of them.

For reference, if anyone wants to make personal inquiries, just send me an e-mail- click on my name next to my mugshot. Same goes for insults.

It has certainly been entertaining, though.
GoingLoopy said...
Zilactin, man. It stings like a bastard, and it will make you cry like a baby whose ice cream cone you just snatched, but it clears the stupid things up. Hopefully your lip hugeness will recede soon so you won't feel like a leper when you're signing boobs this weekend. :)
Anonymous said...
A coworker of mine has a dandy one too except hers has taken over her entire upper and half of her lower lip. Ouchie! I asked her if she'd slept on them the wrong way. Unfortunately, she didn't find my question nearly as amusing as I did. I managed to recover by referring to some of the comments you had made in your article and by recommending valtrex and zilactin. It was excruciating watching her try to giggle.
Anonymous said...
Suddenly all I can think of is the song from the commercial...

"It's a brand new day"

No worries, Dusty. I had to take the stuff for shingles and it worked like a charm.

-Melis
warcrygirl said...
If all else fails you can limp around yelling "I AM NOT AN ANIMAL!!" You know, since you're all contagious and all...
Anonymous said...
Received confirmation that the zilactin treatment hurts like a son of a bitch. On the other hand, my coworker's lips are returning to normal, but still butt ugly for another day or two. Hope you're recovering Dusty.

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Comments:
You sure know how to clear a room.
 
Got that right, maybe he was getting self conscious...

Doubtful.

It was instantaneous death by Valtrex.

thea@what.org/net
 
...wwwwwwas it something I said?
 
Naw...I was trying to erase one comment but it wouldn't let me do just one, so I had to erase all of them.

For reference, if anyone wants to make personal inquiries, just send me an e-mail- click on my name next to my mugshot. Same goes for insults.

It has certainly been entertaining, though.
 
Zilactin, man. It stings like a bastard, and it will make you cry like a baby whose ice cream cone you just snatched, but it clears the stupid things up. Hopefully your lip hugeness will recede soon so you won't feel like a leper when you're signing boobs this weekend. :)
 
A coworker of mine has a dandy one too except hers has taken over her entire upper and half of her lower lip. Ouchie! I asked her if she'd slept on them the wrong way. Unfortunately, she didn't find my question nearly as amusing as I did. I managed to recover by referring to some of the comments you had made in your article and by recommending valtrex and zilactin. It was excruciating watching her try to giggle.
 
Suddenly all I can think of is the song from the commercial...

"It's a brand new day"

No worries, Dusty. I had to take the stuff for shingles and it worked like a charm.

-Melis
 
If all else fails you can limp around yelling "I AM NOT AN ANIMAL!!" You know, since you're all contagious and all...
 
Received confirmation that the zilactin treatment hurts like a son of a bitch. On the other hand, my coworker's lips are returning to normal, but still butt ugly for another day or two. Hope you're recovering Dusty.
 
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