Today I fully appreciated the invention of contacts. Don’t get me wrong, I have always enjoyed the luxurious of not constantly wearing glasses and being able to play sports without safety goggles.
Last week I had a somewhat stressful week and by the end of it my body decided to express that stress with creating a large red zit like dot on my left eye lid. At first I thought it was from not taking my make up off before I went to bed. I can hear my mother’s voice now, “Did you wash your face? Did you use eye makeup remover? Have you changed your pillow case recently?” You know all the things moms usually like to cover as they interrogate you, but of course it’s all out of love.
This red bump continued to grow over the weekend and didn’t get any better during the course of the week. I wore only mascara and my glasses all week, basically that equals me to look like death. I am telling you eye liner does a lot for my blue eyes! After the week of glasses, I called the doctor to have him check it out and see if he could give me some sort of cream to make it go away. Little did I know that there was no cream, just a needle and hydrogen peroxide. Ouch!
As I talked with the doctor, he was looking closely at the bump. He leaned forward and said, “Well, it’s not a sty like you though. I think it’s a cyst.” He said he would have his nurse prep a needle and gauze to pop it open. I let out a huge breath and said, “Okay.”
Lying on the table with my eyes closed the doctor said, “It will be a small pinch and then we will see what comes out.” I thought great let me just lay here and let ooze fall out of my eyelid. Good times. As I could feel the liquid slowly coming out, I heard the doctor say that it wasn’t a cyst either, “This has too much puss to be a cyst. It’s an abscess. We will have to send the cultures into the lab.” He continued to let it drain and then decided to help out the little abscess by basically pushing on my eyeball enough for both of my eyes to tear up and for me to clench my teeth.
“Okay all done, that wasn’t so bad right?” the doctor said with a smile. I sat up and looked at him through the tears of my eyes and blurred vision and said right. Let out yet another sigh and grabbed my purple framed glasses.
As I drove home my eye started to ache. And then ears and the bridge of my nose from wearing glasses for a week, I haven’t built up stamina for wearing glasses. You need stamina; my dad has worn glasses the majority of his life and has a permanent dent on his nose. Now that’s dedication!
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