As I gained semi-consciousness this morning, it dawned on me that either there was some major size plank in my eye or I had pink eye. After stumbling into the bathroom, I switched on the light and suddenly the plank turned into a knife and the pain soared from a 7 to a 10 (that's hospital talk you know). Once I was able to pry my eyes open, yank out my contacts and survey the damage, I believe it was indeed pink eye. So, there you have it. The third in the whole "bad things come in threes" superstition.
And yet, the day will go on and I will embrace it as well as a women with PMS and pink eye can.
Oh, for Pete's sake. The Cummins Factor followed you to your blog.
ReplyDeleteThe first time I had pink eye, something my kids gave me as a gift I'm sure, I thought it was weird that it just didn't get better. I knew that when the kids had it they cleared up pretty fast, but mine kept getting worse. I called the doctor and they told me I must be allergic to the eye drops they had given me, ugh! So then I had to take a new antibiotic plus an allergy drop, great fun. Get better soon!
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