I'm typing this out on my phone with one hand. The other hand is holding Ava's pink princess ice pack on my eye. I'm getting conjunctivitis (pink eye) again. Which is not as fun as it sounds.
I felt it coming on yesterday, and tonight, my eye is swelling up and getting redder by the moment. If the last time is any indication, by tomorrow I'll look like the Elephant Man. Also not as fun as it sounds.
I'm not having a very good attitude about it. Is that okay to admit? It's just an extreme annoyance in the midst of a busy week. Plus, with my eye all yucky and swollen, I'll be reluctant to go anywhere. Maybe I should don a mask--I could sweep through town all mysterious-like. I could be like the Phantom of the Opera! Too bad we don't have any catacombs.
Everything is fine and we are all well! There are a few emotionally taxing things going on right now with the church right now, though. Nothing terrible, just things we are trying to help with. That, with getting the kids back to
school, had my plate pretty full this week, which is why I'm so crotchety about getting pink eye. It's hard to chat with your kid's teacher or counsel someone when they're distracted by your ooky, swollen eye.
That's all. I just felt like whining, like a whining baby that whines. But I am okay, of course. I might be a little cranky for a few days though, and I thought you should know. In case you run into me or whatever.
Where are one's big girl panties when one needs them?