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.
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 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.
Conjunctivitis… Pink Eye… do I gots it?
Oh yeah, I gots it.
Shit. My eye is more sore and more itchy now that I know what is wrong.
To make matters worse, I have cocked-up the whole gastric-bypass food/eating thing multiple times today and even had a full on puke experience.
I’m better now, I think. Ready to move on with life. I’ll pick up my eye drops at the drug store tomorrow and keep my fingers crossed that I don’t zombify or anything crazy like that.
Yesterday’s haiku mentioned that I feel like I have a black eye. I don’t have a black eye though. It’s just swollen and sore. What’s going on?
I might have a guess. I made a doctors appointment for afterwork tonight to see if my guess is correct. If it is, then we’re going to have to keep me away from Worcestershire sauce* for a while. Fortunately there have been some amazing advances in topical creams, so I should be okay if the worst is true.
My question for the doctor… do I have… Pink Eye?
*This whole post is a reference to the first South Park Halloween episode. If you don’t get the references then I apologize for your lack of culture. That first Halloween episode is one of the finest 30 minute television time slots in broadcast/cable/streaming history. It is perfection.