keep your eyes on the prize
I've always known my eyes were "buggy". Kids teased me about them in school, asked if I would ever go on the "Guinness Book of World Records" television show and try to pop them out of my head. I said no.
I have a friend who says, usually only if I'm opening my eyes wide, that he can't look at them because they make his eyes water. Thanks.
But now, one of my trusty vehicles of vision has fallen prey to the illness that already sieged my throat, my lungs, and my nose in recent days. My right eye was the last to fall, to be sure, but fall hard it has. It is bright, and puffy, and pink. As the whiteboard in our kitchen proclaims, mass hysteria has overtaken our apartment. No one likes pink eye.
Pink eye has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. With eight adolescent eyes in our house, any one of them could be the culprit who brought home the germs. Whenever I had it, I would lay flat on the brown and orange couch, without a pillow under my head, and my dad would hold my eye open to put drops in. I tried so hard not to blink, but sometimes I did and the drop would just roll right off my eyelashes. My dad was usually pretty patient.
The drops just don't feel as powerful when I am the one putting them in my eye.
I have a friend who says, usually only if I'm opening my eyes wide, that he can't look at them because they make his eyes water. Thanks.
But now, one of my trusty vehicles of vision has fallen prey to the illness that already sieged my throat, my lungs, and my nose in recent days. My right eye was the last to fall, to be sure, but fall hard it has. It is bright, and puffy, and pink. As the whiteboard in our kitchen proclaims, mass hysteria has overtaken our apartment. No one likes pink eye.
Pink eye has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. With eight adolescent eyes in our house, any one of them could be the culprit who brought home the germs. Whenever I had it, I would lay flat on the brown and orange couch, without a pillow under my head, and my dad would hold my eye open to put drops in. I tried so hard not to blink, but sometimes I did and the drop would just roll right off my eyelashes. My dad was usually pretty patient.
The drops just don't feel as powerful when I am the one putting them in my eye.