My eye is simply a prettier color now.

Yesterday I woke up with what felt a tiny piece of something in my eye, causing opening my eye nearly impossible because I would start to excessively blink trying to get it out.

So, no biggie. I figured it would come out shortly. It didn't. I flushed my eye out with water, put a warm washcloth on my eye for a few hours, and had people look inside it. Nothing. No better. I figured the redness was from irritation caused my my rubbing it and the washcloth.

Well, midafternoon it didn't look good and it still felt like there was an object in it. I figured it might be a scratch.

My friend has been sick for a while, so she needed to stop my the clinic on campus. I went with her, hoping to get checked out too. They couldn't get us in until tomorrow (today). This wasn't going to work. I couldn't open my eye, and my eyelid was puffing by the minute.

So, we went to a walk-in clinic in town. She checked for scratches or any small pieces of something in my eye. Absolutely nothing. Yet, there was clearly something wrong. She gave me antibacterial eye drops and told me she was going to treat it as Conjunctivitis.I assumed this was a word for some general bacterial infection, no biggie. I thought for a split

second about asking what that meant, but I didn't want to reveal my ignorance. So, I hoped out of the chair

with all my specific directions mentally in check, assuming I had a bacterial infection.

Naturally, I started letting people know it was nothing really.

However, I came back and told my microbiology roomie I had Conjunctivitis.

She said, "Oh pink eye?"

Knowing that she knows an excessive amount about bacteria, I was a bit caught off-guard at this diagnosis.

"Well... umm.... are they they same thing?" I replied, slightly freaking out inside.

"Yeah, Conjunctivitis is pink eye."

Alas, I have pink eye.

So, I'm wearing my glasses for 10 days, have eye drops for 10 days, threw my makeup away (but it's an excuse

to get new mascara!), and washed everything that came in contact with my eye yesterday. Oh so fun.

Except, there's no 'goo'ing whatsoever. So, that's nice.

You know what I want? A Starbucks holiday cup. I haven't even gotten one yet. Does Caribou have holiday cups?

Hmm... perhaps I'll just have to check out both, I mean if I HAVE to. This is okay, i SUPPOSE. =]]

Three weeks of classes before winter break! Then I get to see you. And you. And your mother, and your friend.

All of the above.

Which reminds me. There's a song on the radio called All The Above. The first time I heard it I was in the car with

Rachel. I asked her what she thought they were saying in the refrain. She tried to understand, but she failed to

decipher the inaudible poplike rap. I replied that it sounded like they were saying All The Above, over and over

again in the refrain. She quickly brushed off this idea as ridiculous.

Who would just say 'All The Above' in the refrain?

I agreed, not knowing what else it could be that they were happily chanting.

I was right, though. =]]

Rad: Redbox

Unrad: The abnormal size of my eyelid.

(Sorry for the horrible formatting in this blog, the image messed it up for some reason)

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