I got a fever blister last week. I hate fever blisters! Do you hear me? Hate them! Life was going along great. I woke up early that morning at around 6 and went downstairs for my quiet time (my QT is going well, btw!). I had a cup of hot tea and was reading through Psalm 8 “O Lord, our Lord, How excellent is Your name in all the earth, Who have set Your glory above the heavens! Out of the mouth of babes and nursing infants, You have ordained strength…” I was feeling good about my walk with God (maybe a little too good about myself, if you know what I mean). After a time of prayer and praise, I headed back upstairs for a shower and shave. That’s when I noticed it! “Tum-ta-tum-tum” El Fever Blisterio! As I rubbed my towel over my mouth, it just popped up as if to say, “Good morning, sucka!”
Fever blisters are the great equalizer. I’ve known homeless people who get fever blisters and I’ve known beauty queens who get fever blisters. There’s no socioeconomic people group that is FB free. Someone in every tribe and tongue gets fever blisters. And when you get them, there’s no hiding them. I suppose women at least get to attempt covering them with lipstick, but not with much success. And every time I get one, I can’t seem to find my little tube of ointment that’s suppose to get rid of them quicker. So I run out to Walgreen and buy yet another $20 tube. These tubes are about the size of a small paper clip. I apply and reapply, over and over again all day and all night, and in about a week, I have a huge scab the size of Brazil on my lip. A scab that falls off when I shower and then bleeds all over my clean towel, and then scabs over again. This lasts for about a week. But if I didn’t use the ointment, then my scab lasts… let’s see… about a week. That’s right, I see no difference! But never the less, in my panic, I fork over another “Jackson” for a tube of liquid gold.
So why a blog about fever blisters? I have no idea, I just wanted you to know how much I hate them! Oh, and I’m kinda glad that beauty queen’s get them too. But not homeless people, they have a hard enough time dealing with life. They don’t deserve them!