My Face Is Eating Itself

My Face Is Eating Itself:

I had a breakdown Sunday night (*and last night a little too) about my face. I didn't want to go to work. I didn't want to face anyone. I didn't want people looking at it or me or asking me about it. :( BLAH!!!
Josh tried to be helpful:

Josh: Just tell them that you lipped off and I hit ya.

Me: Right and your fist only hit the very top of my mouth.

Josh: Tell them you ran into a door and missed your nose

Me: RIGHT.

Josh: Ok...here it is! Tell them you had a freak shaving accident.

Me: Screw off Josh. (*in a laughing tone...he does make me laugh when he is being a jerk!)

No one said a word. A lot of people come into my cube all day long and I have to go around the building a lot, but no one said anything UNTIL: Dan Pungor came into my cube. Dan is Hungarian. I am not sure if that make a difference or not, but he is a very blunt European. I think most are. :)

Dan: Ummm *(Pointing at my face). Did you lip off to Josh?

Me: No

Dan: Did the baby scratch you?
Me: No

Dan: So tell me, what the heck happened to you?

Me: Thanks Dan. No one else has asked. They all avoid eye contact and act as if my face isn't eating itself, but you...you have to ask. :) I have a cold sore, or a fever blister or what ever you want to call it. Too much stress or not enough sleep or something.

Dan: No one else asked??? What is that? An American thing? What if you had been being beat on? I guess I am the only one that cares.

That was yesterday. Today it must be worse, because everyone wants to know. One guy asked if I had a cool story to go with my new ouchie.

My BIG boss came into the office today (*The main reason I didn't want to face the world this week) and pointed and asked too. He is just sweet about it though. Really concerned. Not like looking at a car accident.

So there you go. There is my Cold Sore update for you girl. Here is the picture I sent to Leanna yesterday. The comment I received back was "OUCH, that's not a happy mouth". HA! You are so right!