Oh the irony

I know, you’re tired of hearing about my eyes… but here’s where we are. I took a picture this morning because it looked so brutal, but now I’m chickening out on actually posting it. Instead I’ll tell you honestly: the eyes keep getting worse. They swell more at night and I wake up puffy. They itch and hurt and sting. Ugh. Yesterday (Monday), we had our 7.30 am meeting at work which I got there in plenty of time to do meeting prep (so it was ridiculously early). I decided to skip the eyeliner but still put on mascara and eye shadow, so as to not look like a complete wreck.  At the meeting, I sat between my boss D and my coworker B.  D looked at me funny a few times bit. Ah well. After the meeting, B had to run out and called me “Did you get ANY sleep last night?”  Me: “Uhhh yeah I went to bed early… why?  oooh.  My eyes are just really bad.”  B: “And when are you going to see a doctor???”  A few minutes later C came in to barrage me with Monday morning issues, “Maureen are you okay today?”  Me: Ahhhhhh it’s just my eyes. They’re infected or something. I’m fine!!  Craig: GO TO THE DOCTOR.  Sigh. I realized I look like hell, but had hoped the glasses were hiding it more. Oh well.

Tuesday the swelling was worse still. So I headed for the urgent care clinic before work (awesomely enough this job I bust my butt on day after day doesn’t provide health insurance and my catastrophe coverage is only for major stuff, ugh.)  Anyway, the doctor at the clinic couldn’t be sure what it was. She’s prone to think it is some kind of allergy although I haven’t changed anything- not my make up, my lotion, my face cleaner, my laundry detergent, my pets… nothing.  She said she’s still going to treat for allergies and possible secondary infection.  So… wait for it… she’s prescribed me prednisone and antibiotics—same as Suzie gets. 

So yeah, I am now on the same drugs as my dog for the same problem as my dog.  We are quite a pair. I just hope it doesn’t make me have to pee on the kitchen floor.

I actually think I am allergic to major burn out from my job… not sure how that translates to this horrible look, but that’s my own personal diagnosis. As I left the clinic, the doctor said nicely ”I hope you feel better.” To which I responded, “I hope I LOOK better!” and it’s true. Sigh. I don’t think I am a very vain person, but when I looked in the mirror this morning, I suddenly realized I simply did not want to be seen by anyone like this—maybe I’m more vain than I think!!