Rainy day and swollen lips?

I have to admit that I have a tendency of being a little hypochondriac sometimes. When I woke up this morning I woke up with my first sore blister in my entire life. It was big and yellow (eww) and it had me convinced that it was going to blow up my lip and that it would need a minimum of 7 stitches and possibly a phonecall to the undertaker...
My mum and sister ensuredme, though, that it was a very commen thing to have and with a little hocus pocus creme it would disappear after a week or so. I will not be able to kiss anyone without aggravating it and passing the virus on - damn, there goes my all hot dates I had planned for the week. *waves fist*

Luckily my day cosisted of nothing else than a gorgeous rainyday which was spent with a lovely walk in the rain wearing my wellies and a lot of cosy hours under the duvet med several episodes of my current favourite tv-series Hard of Dixie. Oh and a glass or three of hot berrie lemonade! Mhm, that's my favourite drink in the world, have you tried it? My mum thinks I'm mental for drinking it.