Just when my small-monster-sized fever blister seemed to have healed, just when I thought the skin near my lip was renewing itself and returning to its normal tone, the corner of my mouth at the edge of where lip and non-lip meet, an itch began and overnight developed into a new fever blister.
My acupuncturist looked at my tongue, and he put his hand on my shoulder in sympathy, shaking his head slowly (as if to say- oh, man- imagine a Korean accent). What? Stress, he said, pursing his lips, your tongue is a dark red color, the blood is stagnating.
Maybe it's the season, the cold, maybe it's the blood stagnating, but what I would really like to do is to drive out to the ocean, watch the waves from my room, curl up in bed, pick up a good novel (maybe another Alice McDermott?), and retreat from the world for a while.
It's all I want right now- for a few days, not one overnight, long enough that the end of the retreat is out of sight. Peace. The off-season beach- empty and soothing still.
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