Last Saturday night, I came home from taking my four-year-old daughter (who got pinkeye that day, from her older sister) to see The Wild. When I stepped out of the car, I realized that I must be coming down with a fever, because I immediately started shivering. Sure enough, I was sick. Fever got to about 103 before the ibuprofen kicked in. Felt like crap the next day–and it was Mother’s Day, dammit! My son comes down with the fever later that morning. By Monday, it was sore throats and headaches. I called the doctor–they were FULL UP. If they say they’re full, then, buddy, they are–and it would’ve been an all day wait. So I gave them a rundown on our symptoms–which now included pinkeye for my son. Antibiotics were called in that evening–and by that time, I’d had to have them add the 4 yr. old to the list of patients. I am so damn sick by now that I hate to even go pick up the meds. My throat is glowing in the dark and I’m so congested that I can’t sleep longer than an hour or so at a time. And NOTHING seemed to help that–not even the prescription. FINALLY, yesterday, I began to feel like I just might live! My sinuses were a bit more open and the fire in my throat could be controlled by pain meds. “MAYBE I’ll sleep tonight!” I think. Then I saw it.
As I stepped closer to the bathroom mirror–was it…it couldn’t be…noooooooooooo! My eye! It’s turning all bloodshot!
So now, I’m putting the damn drops in MY eye every two hours, trying not to scratch, and feeling the stupid thing dry out every few minutes! This is SO not fair, not just as I was getting well!
sigh Pinkeye–it really does suck!