I finally had to go to work today. I hadn't been going to work for a few days, 'cos the cold sore had become even grosser. All the dried pus and blood. Urgh, don't wanna go into details.

I was damn sad 'cos I had to go out of the house and endure people's stares. I hid my face in my book all the time, doing the ostrich thing again. If I don't have to meet people's eyes and see them turn away quickly, I feel better.

Then at work, it was so difficult to serve customers, 'cos in order to talk to them without splitting my lip, I'd to mumble and they couldn't hear me. I couldn't smile too, or my lip would split, and all the pus or blood would start coming out of the new wound again.

Just felt soooo sad. I couldn't be my usual happy self. I don't like feeling inferior! Then I thought about how Zhixing must feel, working in the service industry with a deformity on his face, and I felt stronger, knowing that he could get over his psychological barrier. Besides, mine is just a wound, it's disappear in time!

But I wish this bloody (literally bloody) thing will just get better!!