There I said it. Writing this blog I feel pressure to remain outbreak free. That in order for me to be credible and communicate my message that having herpes does not in any way make you less attractive, sexy, and desirable to the opposite sex (or the same sex, of course..) I need to be outbreak free, stop all herpes outbreaks within hours, and combat/fight/destroy herpes in my body. Of course this isn’t true. It is just that it is so important to me to show other women that you can live successfully with vaginal herpes that I feel like my message gets crippled when I get sacked with a bad outbreak.
And this one is bad.
I have had my herpes under control for so long (which for me means on average two or three minimal outbreaks per year), that when I get hit with something like this one it makes me remember how bad herpes can be. I started with one blister in my mucous membranes, and that was fine. I had the usual warning signs of body ache, fatigue and leg pain, and then – to be honest, I didn’t do too much to fight it. My husband is away working for a week and I thought, “whatever”.
But then I got even more warning signs and I woke up with another blister on the outside on my skin. I’d forgotten how much I hate these ones because the pain and swelling seem so much more intense when they’re on the skin. And the right lymph node in my groin is so swollen and painful that it actually woke me up in the night.
Thank god for extra strength Tylenol.
And of course there is not a lot of people I can tell. I have made friends with the mother of one of the kids my kid goes to school with and she came over for coffee today for the first time. When she asked how I was, it wasn’t exactly like I could say, “well I feel like crap because I’ve got this massive herpes outbreak and I just can’t seem to shake it”. Nope. It’s even difficult just to say, “I have herpes“.
Now that I’ve told you how I feel, let’s clarify how I don’t feel. I don’t feel like I am under attack from herpes. I don’t feel like herpes is evil or against me. I don’t feel like I am being punished for being a filthy disgusting whore. I don’t feel less sexy or attractive. And most importantly: I don’t feel like this is my fault.
What I do feel is a sense of responsibility to myself because I know that I only get vaginal herpes outbreaks when I’ve stopped taking care of myself. These past few weeks I’ve spent too much time in front of the computer (like, 9 hours a day), not enough time walking, breathing or sleeping. Also (I know this is what pushed me over the edge), I’ve been drinking too much wine. Not like, you need to call AA or anything but the other night my husband and I drank almost three bottles together and this alone messed up my sleep patterns, and gave me a horrible hangover that took 72 hours to recover from. My youngest son is sick and so I am up once or twice a night with him and not being able to get back to sleep after 4am in the morning. All this to say that I am thankful for herpes in that it gives me a kick in the butt to say, “you need to make some changes here, because what you’re doing right now, isn’t working”.
So I will break out the Vitamins C and E, the tea tree oil, and I will put the red wine away (not that there’s any left). I will go to bed earlier and I will take walking and breathing breaks throughout the day (and maybe even a nap!). These outbreaks will heal in a few days, and I know that with everything I understand about herpes, I can live outbreak free. And if I don’t because life gets in the way, that’s OK too.