For the last couple of weeks I have been sporting this.
Given it’s location and the fact that it is in my non stroke eye, the only time I get to check on it is by trying to take a selfie.
Do you know how fucking hard it is to take a selfie of the outer edge of your eye?
Well it is. And now you know.
So I finally went to the doctor after MPS made the appointment cause he was sick of my bitching and I had run out of shoes to co-ordinate with it.
And I can’t wear the same outfit twice in one fortnight.
My doc was in an overly jovial mood that day, so his Iraqi accent was eighteen layers of thick and after showing me some pictures on google of rashes that looked nothing like my eye and were on body parts that were not even REMOTELY eyelike, a rounding chorus of ‘IT’s GOOD! NO WORRIES! SEE! NO WORRIES!’, handing Boo a handful of tongue depressors and a pen, the nurse came in rolled her eyes good-naturedly at the now positively GLEEFUL doctor and handed me some little vials of eye drops.
‘Come back one week if still red HAVE WONDERFUL DAY!’ Dr Al exclaimed as he bounded across the room to open the door for Boo and I.
So I am pretty sure that whatever it is is nothing to worry about and probably not a rash on my scrotum.
Needing tongue depressors.
After a couple of days of using the drops and seeing NO FUCKING DIFFERENCE WHATSOEVER I resorted to desperate measures.
P.S. This was taken 5 minutes ago.
It seems that the swelling has gone down but it is getting redder… I am trying not to touch anything with my eye.
The tongue depressors are on standby.
We were back at the doctors this morning. Boo woke up with a swollen red eye.
Apparently it is COMPLETELY UNRELATED cause that is how we roll here at Chez Magnetobold.
Matching unrelated illnesses.
Kid is sneezing non stop, I am hoping he sneezes enough for a lottery win cause what are the motherfucking odds?
P.S. OF COURSE he is not allowed to go to school and it is the first week back after the holidays and mummy was desperate for a little peace and motherfucking quiet…