So, as we all know, I have had the Eye of Doom. And Abby has had pinkeye and a cold sore on one eyelid and we've both had a cold.
So, since I do have a cold, I took a little nap this afternoon.
When I woke up my right eye (opposite the Doom) was glued shut.
I said things Lizzy should not hear.
She said, "Mommy, you're sposeta say 'for cwying out loud,' you know."
Shut up.
So off I go to the doc, because we really don't want the rest of the family to get this, and I can't prescribe.
The doctor (after he finished laughing at the saga of the Eyes at Chez Gamers Babes) explained it thusly. "You do not have a fever. You do not have any signs of bacterial infection. It's a virus. No Rx needed."
"But they gave my 10yo antibiotic eyedrops, and I assume I got this from her..."
"Ah, but you said she had just recovered from a cold sore on her eyelid. Antibiotic drops are in her case a safety measure, erring on the side of caution, to make sure she doesn't even run the risk of getting anything else."
"Oh. So how do I treat this?"
"Artificial tears now, and a new tube of mascara in a week."
All right then.
"Your eyes will likely be glued shut in the morning, and feel like you spent the night on a windy beach with them held open. For a couple days. Just, you know, the warm washcloth, the hand-washing..."
Yeah, whatever.
Oh, and cookie recipients in the greater Seattle area? Not this weekend for delivery. The ones in our neighborhood, perhaps, Abby can find a friend to help. But nowhere I have to drive her. Sorry.
But you don't want me near you.
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