Sunday: I Too Have Fallen to Pink Eye

You know, I have to say that this pink eye business is not cool. Not cool at all. Last night, after my trek to Yogurt World, I started feeling like my eye was watering a bit much, and when I went to bed, it was indeed looking a bit pinky. I crawled into bed, hoped for the best and OF COURSE, woke up with my eye sealed shut with all sorts of grossness. It was quite swollen and once pried open, quite an angry shade of pink.

Now, I am particularly bothered by the fact that I went to the very crowded Yogurt World last night and touched several door handles and yogurt pulls. I touched the stack of yogurt cups. I had four different types of yogurt, so I pulled four different yogurt pulls. I got three toppings, so I touched three different topping scoopers. I touched the spoon bin. I touched the scale, the napkin bin, and the register girl when I gave her my debit card and my punch card. I breathed near babies and touched tables and chairs. Have I started an epidemic? Am I akin to Typhoid Mary or Mrs. O'Leary's Cow?

I was sort of determined to go swimming at the lake this morning. When I woke up, however, the thought of suctioning goggles to my infected eye was really unthinkable. Also, the thought I getting lake water in my infected eye shivered me timbers, and I stayed at home.

Overall, since we sort of realized that Ivan had pink eye on Monday or Tuesday, we have been stranded at the house. It is the worst. Ivan is bored, I am bored, my husband is bored. I was able to get a prescription and get started on the medication, but it is this gross ointment that I have to put under my eyelid, and I AM LOATHE TO TOUCH THE UNDERSIDE OF MY EYELID. I have to steel myself, before standing in front of the bathroom mirror and treating myself.

I intend to go to swim tomorrow, as 24 hours of medication supposedly make me unable to transmit. Though, I cannot help but feel a little shaky about this supposition, as it seems that I easily got pink eye from two people who had a full 24 hour dose of the medication.

You know, it is times like these, when I think I should not criticize a germ pit, as it may not be a far cry from my house.