Classic case of Sundaynitis

I must admit that over the years I have many times developed a very bad case of Sundaynitis. Sundaynitis is no laughing matter. It causes severe body aches, fatigue, sometimes nausea, headaches, and just an overall feeling of yuck. For those of you who have never experienced Sundaynitis...my hat is off to you, Good job! For those of you who have, I think we should start a support group to ease the guilt associated with this sickness.
Last night I told my husband that I was too sick to go to church. Of course he asked what was wrong with me, (I obviously wasn't pulling off the flushed, fevered look very well) To be truthful it is most embarrassing why I don't want to attend my church meetings today. So here is my Sundaynitis story...
Last weekend for Easter, my family went camping. We had a most wonderful time, the weather almost cooperated several times and before I knew it the fair skin on my face and neck had been sunburned. When my lips get sunburned I tend to develop a fever blisters on them. By Wednesday, my lip started to tingle and I knew it was happening. Fever blisters are kinda like zits...everyone can see them but only the most tactless people mention them in polite conversation. I say this to defend my own feelings about what happened next. On Thursday I went to school with my entire lip swelled up with a painful blister. It was a monstrosity. I approached a group of co-workers who were in the middle of a conversation during lunch, and one of the ladies turned to me, stopped talking to the others in mid sentence and said "Oh, you have a cold sore on your lip." I'm sure the shocked look I gave her and my reply of "Do I?" made it seem to them that I honestly did not know that my bottom lip was one huge massive blister...like seriously how could I have missed this. Have you ever had a zit that seemed like it was so big it almost had a personality of its' own? The kind where you look in the mirror and it is sneering and laughing at you? The kind where you are with a group of people and you just know that they are all staring at the ginormous blemish on your face? The kind you name because well it has taken up permanent residence on your face? This is how I felt about my lip. I came to school with a blister and suddenly it became my worst enemy, I named it Henrietta. The rest of the day I had the unnerving feeling that everyone was looking at Henrietta, although no one else spoke of it. My paranoia was obvious as I tried everything to cover my lip while speaking to others..casually putting a paper in front of my face, covering my mouth with my hand, even tucking it in my mouth so that I looked as if I had a massive overbite. All this in an effort to diminish the embarrassment I felt about having a sore on my lip.
So I am now on day 4 with a fever blister, and if you have ever had one you know they don't look any better with time...my lip is one big scab. Fredonia is a very small town, and this lovely woman happens to be in my ward...so to prevent further embarrassment I am choosing to classify a fever blistered lip under Sundaynitis.
But wait...what is that I hear, a child is sick and throwing up. Is it the flu or too many brownies? I don't know and truthfully don't really care for this is a genuine real excuse to stay home from church!! A real excuse to use when this wonderful woman says to me tomorrow, "Oh you still have a cold sore! I missed you at church" I can reply calmly by saying, "Jax was sick" instead of "Henrietta the fever blister wasn't feeling well."