Kind of skimming to the end to say... KBD had oral herpes, and my GP (who is hella intelligent and educated and this fits with what I learned as a sex ed teacher) told me that one is most contagious just BEFORE a sore forms. That's when the virus is shedding at a maximum rate. And yes, due to the increased popularity of oral sex, there is practically no distinction any more between the two kinds.
And, as I think we were talking about in Natter, HPV is likely responsible for oral and anal cancers in addition to cervical.
Whee! Like sex isn't fraught enough.
So, anyone used Cymbalta?
Ooo! Me!! It worked okay, but Zoloft (available as generic) is working much better for me. And actually, I have two unopened and unexpired sample bottles of 30 mg delayed release Cymbalta (30 pills ea) that need a good home. You want?
I'm waiting for Tim to get home and REALLY not looking forward to the guess-what?-you-gave-me-herpes conversation.
Please note:
I am NOT going to say it like that! It's something that *I* didn't think about, it's something that *he* didn't think about -- it is what it is. I just know him, and I'm afraid it's going to lead to him kicking himself. (Which he can literally do -- he can kick up backwards and kick his ass with his foot. Try it -- but maybe hold on to something while you're doing it. It sounds like something everyone should be able to do, but -- NSM.)
Anyway. He's a fantastic caring partner (both overall and sexually), and I suspect he'll feel really guilty about the whole OMGCOLDSORE thing. And I *really* want to get across to him that I don't blame him.
...okay, who's tried to kick their own ass after reading this? Be honest.
I didn't. But I really really thought about it.
My band leader got herpes on his mouth off the microphone he used when he spoke at the giant student council convention. And I was teasing him that I would try to remember not to kiss him (joke in bad taste for other reasons, but I thought it was funny since I caught my last cold from him) and really I was thinking in my head that now he was singing into another mic, one that looks identical to the mic I use. Which is to say, there's no way for me to know if I'm using the mic he used last week or not. So from now on, I totally want to clorox wipe all the mics before I sing.
Steph, that is definitely not an easy conversation to have. Good luck, and I hope The Boy can let go of his guilt.
On a much more trivial note, the corset site has not yet fixed the glitch. I even emptied my cart and added them all back in. Hrmph.
...okay, who's tried to kick their own ass after reading this? Be honest.
I've given it a shot, not overly successful. I can, however, clap fairly loudly and enthusiastically with one hand.
I can totally kick my own ass, with either foot, and can jump in the air and kick my butt with both heels at once.
Mild hypermobility FTW, for once.
I can totally kick my own ass, with either foot, and can jump in the air and kick my butt with both heels at once.
Me too.
I feel all blah. Don't know why. Headache and stomach ache and tired.
Yeah, he felt guilty. But I emphasized that I really don't blame him, AND that it could have happened before he actually had a cold sore manifest, so how could he know?, and I've got a giant horse pill (seriously, you should see this thing -- bigger than a fish oil capsule by about 1/3) and it'll be fine. I think he believes me that I don't blame him, but I think he's still kicking himself somewhat.
What's that sound like?
It impresses Ryan. It impresses Wallybee too, in that "I married a freak!" way.
