Smiling more than this is painful, pulls, and winds up looking like a teeth-baring grimace.
The scabs from the cold sores are just bothersome, eroding my humor and tolerance. I bored with this, I'm ready for it to be over. As I'm sure anyone with an injury can relate to. I was doing pretty well until the oral herpes erupted, easily the worst, fastest outbreak I've ever had under any circumstances. Still healing that disruption. Sapped my amusement at the whole adventure. Counting one's blessings at all the worse things that could so easily happened - is mostly to deflect sympathy.
But a good meal this afternoon, and time to talk it out, and I'm back to seeing the funny.
Keep thinking of the year I learned to drive.
Parents had a new car, I'd just gotten my license that summer. Winter, and very cold and snowy, driving alone, and I took a back street I should have known to avoid. The fire hydrant apparently had a leak, as the entire intersection was several inches deep, or more, in glare ice. And I began to slide sideways. Steered into the skid, but that only kept me from spinning, not sliding to within a foot of the hydrant before stopping. I sat there for a moment and breathed, started the car up again, and crept forward toward a merely-snow-packed street, and did not mention the incident until long after that car was gone.
Remembering also, many years ago, again winter, snowy, icy streets, and a road with a pronounced bow (cross slope?). Suddenly, the old Subaru slid sideways, bumping into the curb, not a thing I could do but refrain from panicking. No harm done then, either. Just a warning shove.
Friction is our friend.