Sorry for the gross picture, but it really is this bad. If you’ve read our blog for a while, you may have noticed that this is the THIRD post I’ve done on pink eye. The first one in October 2008 was a really miserable time (surely one of the whiniest posts I’ve ever written, but with reason). I mentioned another attack again in September of last year. And here I am again with a case that broke out in my left eye—usually my left—this past Thursday.
Don’t you think that’s just too often?
I’ve been to the doctor with it in the past and am told that my particular version is viral. Therefore, I wait it out. All we can do. If it were the gooey bacterial version, they could give me something for it.
This has happened, yet again, when work is almost overwhelming. I have mentioned this to my doctor in the past, but he just look at me blankly (I can just see he is sighing inside at my layman’s theory). I truly believe that there is this pink eye virus (Google says its the same as the common cold) that pops out when I weakened by fatigue or stress. Is that possible?
The thing I love about pink eye most (besides the pain and itching, of course) is that it so darned attractive. On Friday I had depositions slated and when I woke up on Thursday with a ragingly red eye and with tears streaming down my left cheek (no chance to keep much makeup on that side of my face), I sent out a warning e mail to the other lawyer and the court reporter. I did not want them to be frightened at first sight or to think me rude for not shaking hands.
I have learned just to go about my business with this infirmity, and so it was on Friday. We just carried on with a giant pump bottle of Purell in the middle of the conference table.
My reputation for having pink-eye often is fairly widespread. A couple of months ago—when I was healthy and no sign of red eyes—I was in one judge’s chambers with other lawyers passing some time. I spied a beautiful Kaleidoscope on the judge’s desk and reached for it excitedly.
“ Oh, no you don’t!” his honor said, “Anyone else in this room is free to look, but you don’t ever get to use my Kaleidoscope!”
I was stunned. This judge and I are old friends and I told him how this offended me.
“No offense intended, C, but you’ve been in here more than once with pink-eye, and I’m not taking any chances…”
I had to admit that he had a point.
It will pass in a few days, and I will have to suffer the cost of replacing all my mascara and eyeliner to be sure there is no re-infection.
I’m just wondering about my fatigue/stress theory.Anyone else out there have this experience? C