Weekend Recap: Aches and Pains

• I spent, no lie, like twenty hours knitting. In addition to finishing Penn’s hoodie, I also started a new jumper for the Snook. It’s an Elizabeth Zimmerman Seamless Hybrid, with a very special design on the front (which the Snook himself charted). It’s pretty much top secret for now, but we’re calling it “Robots in Disguise.” Anyway, my arms, shoulders, and neck absolutely KILL from the sustained effort. I have knitting-induced carpel tunnel syndrome.
• I also finished my marathon viewing of the Dawson’s Creek Season 3 DVDs, which I cannot in good conscience recommend to any of you. No, not even actual Creek fans. It’s that whole music problem. The horrible generic crap they’ve used to replace all the recognizable songs just sucks all the cheesy goodness out of even the best scenes. (And yes, HATERS, there are some.) So that was a disappointment.
• My head cold is finally starting to diminish, but as I was eating breakfast this morning I made a massively disappointing discovery: a burgeoning cold sore on my lip. GODDAMMIT. I HATE COLD SORES. I haven’t had one in nearly two years, so I’d been lulled into a false sense of security. The combination of a compromised immune system and the stress of the sale must’ve done the trick. I spent the day employing every remedy I could find in an attempt to keep it from erupting. I’ve slathered my lips with Zovirax. I’ve dosed myself up with Lysine. I held ice cubs to my lips til they went numb. I even rubbed in some zinc oxide (which Amy‘d given to me as a sunscreen) because I read it would help. It’s still slightly tingly and swollen, and now the glands beneath my jaw are starting to ache. Any other suggestions? I feel like a goddamn leper. (Don’t look at me! I’m hideous!)

So those were the bad things. On the plus side, we wandered over to the Nicholson Museum to check out the antiquities. And the stupid sale is finally finished, so things should calm down a bit at work…