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Cold sores. Plural.
Woke up this morning feeling like my lip was a birthing sac for some bloated poisonous insect, which was trying to scratch a hole to be born through.
Oh sorry, I mean a "tingling sensation".
I have at least three separate cold sores. There may be more.
My lip is throbbing savagely, and feels as if it's swollen to bad-implant proportions. Of course when I look in the mirror it looks normal size, but I am not fooled.
This will end up being a holy mess when it all erupts.
Nice to know I have something to look forward to.
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