This photo doesn’t just disturb me because it’s blurry, from my cell phone, or because it has writing all over it. It disturbs me because IT’S MY EYE and I can’t see well enough to take a clear picture of what’s going on up in here to share with you. It’s not pretty. It hurts. And if you’ve been following along, you know that I’m doing everything and anything imaginable to make this go away.
I was supposed to get permanent eyeliner done on Wednesday but that didn’t go as planned because well…something is amiss.
Generally, I ignore things and they just go away. That’s my philosophy in life. Hakuna matata…means no worries…for the rest of your days. But now I’m worried. This thing, this beast that has attacked my left eye, will not go away. My lid is sagging *GASP*, my eye is swollen and sore *GASP*, I had to cancel my permanent liner appointment *GASP*, and oh my stars, I have lash loss!
Time to do something other than washing my eye out with stingy baby shampoo no? YES! So I broke down and went to the eye doctor…if that’s what he really was. And here our story begins. It went something like this.
Thursday: Go to the doctor. Full, long exam. He pokes and prods. He asks: Does that hurt? Does this hurt?. Yes, you SOB, it hurts. I told you that when I walked in. That’s why I’m here…that and because it’s ugly.
So after 30 minutes of this ridiculousness, he can tell me what it’s not. It’s not a stye and it’s not a tear duct blockage. It COULD be a gland blockage, or an infection, or severe allergies, or a tumor (yes those were his words). He’s concerned with the gland swelling (the big bulge on the inner side of my lid by my nose…see blurry photo above), and the swelling and redness. He’s concerned especially with the lash loss right at the painful area.
But he can only tell me what it’s not. I should feel relieved it’s not a stye or blockage I guess.
Nope, still freaking hurts and it’s still frickin swollen and drooping.
He gave me antibiotic drops and steroid drops. Every 6 hours for 5 days. If it’s not better by then, I go back on Tuesday and he sends me to a specialist to check for a tumor.
He asks: Any questions?
Me (in my head): Nope, thanks. You have a great weekend too while I sit and wonder if I have a FREAKING TUMOR in my eye. Son of a bitch. Oh and give me back my $50 you piece of crap doctor…if that’s what you really are.
I should be a doctor. I can easily tell you what it’s not while you sit in pain and wonder what it is. For now, I’m just pumping steroids and antibiotics in to my eye. I’m hoping the toomah stays at bay and I heal soon.
I might be vain, but this goes beyond that. Yes, I want my liner and I want it stat, but I really just want this razor pain to subside so I can go back to normal. Ha…me normal? OK, so that I can go back to me. The droopy lid is bothersome at best and I want my lashes back! I sound like JT but that’s a story for another day.
Christy Gossett, managing editor of SoFabFood and creator of the healthy living blog, Insanity Is Not An Option, is a WAHM of 6 kids ranging in age from 26 to 7. She enjoys sharing her heart-healthy, low sodium recipes to help others with dietary restrictions enjoy a flavorful life while maintaining a healthy diet.
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