So the diagnosis is indeed conjunctivitis. Yippee. Asa bonus though, there is also another stye too. I guess I have one in each eye. Jackpot, or something.
Here is a picture of a cat to cheer my sick eyes up a little.
So the diagnosis is indeed conjunctivitis. Yippee. Asa bonus though, there is also another stye too. I guess I have one in each eye. Jackpot, or something.
Here is a picture of a cat to cheer my sick eyes up a little.
At an urgent care place. They are playing Xmas music. I would literally go insane if I worked here.
I’m taking bets on the diagnosis. The smart money is on conjunctivitis.
Piiiiiink eyeeeeeee.
I saw a post on one of the social media sites that I sort of use where someone was raving about this new app that simulates film photography. Hipstamatic.
New app? Dude, the app launched in 2009. Where you been?
I could use a nap too, you little furry animal you.
I just booked a doctor’s appointment for after work tonight.
I think I have…
Conjunctivitis.
In other words…
(say this like zombie Pip from the first Halloween episode of South Park)
Piiiiink eyeeeeeee.
Crud.
Ever since the nightmare that was election day last month I have let myself get pretty much completely out of touch with the rest of the world. I just sort of went into duck and cover mode and hid away from the news.
I am very much out of touch and starting to feel like I’m of no use.
Martial law in South Korea? The CEO of a US health insurance company gunned down on the streets of Manhattan in what appears to have been a targeted attack? This morning a Boston city council member was arrested by the Feds?
Okay. It’s time to wake up again. Enough of this bullshit.
Just do it, Robert. Also, just do it, everyone else.
Today’s photo a day pic is the owl on the xmas tree again. You’ll probably see it a few more times over the next three weeks. That’s just how things work in December.
There’s something up with my eye. My left eye is all red and sore. I feel like I got punched in the face. Weird. I don’t remember getting punched in the face. Did I punch myself? Did I punch myself so hard that it was erased from my memory?
No, I am sure that didn’t happen. I just wish whatever was going on would stop. It is annoying.
I’m not talking about that stye I had on my right eye a few weeks ago. That’s still there but it’s about 95% gone. Whatever this is, it’s on the other eye. This one is a lefty.
Maybe I should just nap for a couple of days. That’ll fix me right up.
I hate snow.