Medical leave...

should be allowed to be taken just for life in general. I'll be the first to admit, I have my vanities. I'm a woman. I'm entitled.

I got bit by a bug. I knew I always hated those nasty fuckers. This particular bastard decided that my eyebrow looked yummy, and took a chunk out of it. Two days later, I woke up with my right eye swollen shut and a headache like a trucker had driven over my head.

A few hours of hemming and hawing, because, naturally, this couldn't occur on a weekDAY, I sucked it up, and went to an urgent care facility.

Now, I would imagine, in all those medical school courses that these people take, there has to be one, where it is mentioned, that walking into an exam room, taking a step BACK, and exclaiming "What the hell happened to your FACE??", is generally not considered a particularly wonderful bedside manner.

After informing me that I have "Orbital Cellulitis", which is not to be confused with cellulite, she repeated, 3-4 times, "This is very serious", completely freaking the shit out of me. I was told to go immediately to the ER if it got any worse, or I developed even a low grade fever, so they could ADMIT me, and administer IV antibiotics. This can apparently spread to your actual eye, or even the membranes of your brain.

Wonderful.

Luckily, the horse-sized antibiotics they have me on, improved it, rather quickly, and I'm told, it should continue to clear up.

However...

I look like a damn circus freak. I mean, really. I've been unable to wear make-up for 2 days. Big fucking whoop, I know, but I feel naked, LOL. I haven't NOT worn make-up outside of the house, for probably 15 years or more. I'm a huge fan of black eyeliner, which, incidentally, I now have to toss, and buy a new one. Of course the one I've been using is only 2 weeks old, which is always the case where you find yourself with a bizarre infection that is usually only seen in children under 5.

I feel like a booger-eater, LOL...


What really bothers me at this point, since apparently I'm out of the woods for yuckies eating my brain, is that I look weird. I mean, I always look a little strange, but COME ON...


We're supposed to be leaving for the beach in 3 days, and meet my in-laws there. The WHOLE damn family. Here's hoping that it's cleared up by then.

Cause I'm VAIN.