What Happened...?

Okay, a bunch of people have asked me what happened to my face lately. Short answer: I seem to have caught cold sores from Angus.

Unsurprising, cause I spent a bunch of time kidding him when he had one. I'd never had any before him. I was aware of the risks, was very careful to avoid exposure anywhere else on my body, and here we go. Am I happy about it? No. It means that when I have the sores I won't casually share cups and I won't perform oral sex and I won't kiss anyone (except maybe Angus, or something about someone super long-term, but I'm not really in the mood to pass this on in the manner I received it). Both these things really suck. Am I regretful of my decision to be hardcore exposed? Well, I wish now I'd made it differently, but with the info I had at the time it was the right one. Ya live, ya learn.

I realise there's also a very small chance that I'm contagious even when there's no sore visible and when I can't feel one coming on.

It doesn't hurt, but it's bloody annoying, and it looks fucking awful. The worst part is earlier on, when it weeps.

I'm really tired, I found the perfect place to live if only I can get it (unlikely because it's cheap and I was in a horde) and I got a good backrub and some companionship and snuggles in the last two days.

I really hope my face doesn't scar. This is a pretty big absence of skin.