The storm of the eye...

Miss me?

Between the saga of the eye, and our trip to the beach, I've been horribly lax in updating my blog, for which, I sincerely apologize to my numerous fans. You're out there. I know you are.

Update on the eye...Only for the strong-stomached, LOL. I finally got a clean bill of health on Wednesday. After my initial posting, things went downhill, FAST. Apparently, my body walled off the infection to keep it from spreading (neat trick, now if only I could teach it to my dirty laundry pile), resulting in a huge, and extremely attractive, knot above my eye...So I, who loathes going to the doctors, sucked it up, and trekked back, for my third visit, in as many days. Once there, she informs me that it may be an infected cyst in there. Sounds fun, no? So, meanwhile, my head is throbbing like an elephant is pulling a Michael Flatley performance on it. She takes a big assed needle, and pokes me with it. Yup. So, since my baby daddy was sitting in the waiting room, I asked her to bring him in. Apparently, the needle trick didn't go as planned, so she numbed it (which is another word for poking and prodding, asking, "Can you feel this", to which the answer is "YES BITCH, I CAN!"), and then took a razor blade to my face. This just make me bleed like a stuck pig.

After fastening two beautiful butterfly bandages to it, she sets me up with an appointment with an eye doctor for the next morning, to have him cut it out. I'm freaking out, just a smidge, at the point. Not only is this my face, but I'm due to leave for vacation in 2 days! A girl has priorities!

The next morning, my father drives me there, where the doctor kindly allowed me to remove the bandages my self, since the doc from the day before, had stuck them in the MIDDLE OF MY EYEBROW. I looked funny enough, I had no desire to lose the middle of my eyebrow as well. He looks at it, and informs me that it is draining. Which, basically means, that was puss running down my face, not medicine. Hey, I warned you before this whole thing began. He can do nothing with it, without it hurting like hell, leaving me a "significant" scar, and probably not doing much good.

"Just keep the hot compresses on it, let it drain, and here, have ANOTHER antibiotic scrip".

This takes the antibiotic count up to FOUR. I could swim through raw sewage iffin I had the desire. Which I don't. Just to clarify.

So, finally, 5 days later, on Saturday, I was able to remove the bandaid I was using to cover it, and take off my "bandaid? What bandaid?" sunglasses. I still look a little funny. Well, funnier than usual, but I'll be fine.

So, rest easy, secure in the knowledge that I'll be around for awhile yet. I know you were sweating it.