It’s been a long week plus a few days for me. That law that says: When it rains, it pours, is more than simply
true. I had my share of the rain now to
last me quite some time, thank you very much! I’m ready for a bit of sunshine.
happened? Sit down, and enjoy the tale
I am about to tell. Friday last, I woke
up with a pinkish watery eye. My brain
stares at it and simply denounces it. I
don’t have time for pink eye. I just
don’t. The tiny dancer has a dance get
together that evening and although I am not much for social gatherings, we like
the mom that holds the event and we wanted to squeeze it in. Even if it was just to drop by and say hello. Plus, we have an extra practice to get the
tiny dancer to, and a dress rehearsal coming up on Monday, and we are leaving
for out of town on Thursday evening. I
don’t have time to get sick!
Thinking maybe it was just an irritated type of thing, I put
in a few drops of clear eyes and thought, there! All good. That would be a
resounding no. Not all good. It
continued to get worse as the day progressed.
I decided I would stop off to the “minute clinic”. It was pinkeye after all. How hard can it be to diagnose, eh? Well, an hour later, standard eye drops in
hand; I was out the door and told I was contagious for at least 24-48
hours. So, no dance get together. Tiny Dancer would be upset, but there wasn’t
much else I could do.
Saturday and Sunday progressed and my eye was not getting
better. It fact, it got exceptionally
worse. It swelled and turned the color
of red you don’t want to see in an eye, and continually cried. I was starting to look like a gross zombie
in the making. The eye was not doing
well. Monday arrived and with it, I
decided I needed to get to the doctor.
Add in I had to go to work, the tiny dancer had a dress rehearsal and I
felt like crap. My face hurt, and my
neck was swollen and I just didn’t have time to go. But I didn’t have much choice.
So, I went to work, got done all that I could and then took the
afternoon off. There was nothing else
to be done. I hate taking off
work! I get to the doctor and I’m told,
I’m having quite the reaction to the drops, and they are swapping them out to a
different (more expensive of course) type.
I am not to use the other drops ever again. LOL. But what about how I
look? It’s not that I am vain about how
I look. It’s that I don’t like being
scary to look at to others. When people
are blanching when they get a good glimpse of me and taking a step away, it
tends to be hard to take for me. She
was nice enough and sympathetic enough to give me another drop to try to deal
with the swelling at least. Then I am again,
off and with new eye drops. Which by
the way, burn like hell fire when I have to put them in. I mean, it’s a real practice in patience and
forcing myself to open my eye wide enough to get them in at this point, as it’s
real pain. And, it sucks.
That evening, I have to get to the dress rehearsal for the
tiny dancer, and oh joy of joy, Kasich and Romney are going to be there. I am expecting the worst with security and
crowds, esp. looking as I look a bit like a crack head at that point, but in
the end, all I had to deal with was one grumpy police officer and that was
about it. We were sealed up in the auditorium away from the masses so it wasn’t
as bad as I expected.
The week progressed, and my eye doesn’t seem to be getting
better and by Tuesday evening I realize I’m getting sick too. Most likely I picked up a germ from either
the minute clinic or from the visit to the doctor on Monday. GREAT!
By Wednesday, I didn’t want to wake up.
That children’s medicine commercial where the little girl in laying in
bed thinking: It will hurt if I
swallow, it will hurt if I swallow, was going through my head. And of course what do you do? You swallow. And yes, it hurts. I do
get out of bed, I do put in my torturous eye drops, and I get in the shower,
where I have a mini breakdown. My eyes
hurt, my throat hurts, my neck and shoulders hurt, my ears are clogged and I
just can’t take anything more. Plus, I
have to leave to go out of town the next day!
Thankfully, the pity-party doesn’t last that long. I pull it together, put in more drops, take
some extra strength cold and flu meds, and I go to work and get through another
Thursday, we get out of town with the tiny dancer and head to
Cleveland. I’m dosed with every med
imaginable at this point. Friday
classes for the tiny dancer, and I’m smiling to the other dance moms and
pretending all is great. My eye is
finally starting to look better. Not
great, but the swelling is abating, and the seeping is dwindling. It’s still red
as hell, but it’s getting better. My
throat feels awful, but again, I’m smiling.
Saturday is the competition. I want to lie in bed all day and not move. But I am feeling a bit better. I can’t decide if it’s due to the “Fake it
Until you Make It” I’ve been playing at, or if I am finally on the mend and the
plague from hell is making it’s way out of my system. The tiny dancer has a good first competition. Some great moments,
some not so great, but all in all they pulled it off relatively well. Poor girl had to put up with a not as
patient momma as usual during the stress of the day, but I was trying. Out of six dances, one took 1st
in their division, one took 2nd, and one took 3rd. The 1st place also took 4th
place overall in their age group, which wow.
For the first event of the year, and at a place that is hard to impress,
we did well. Granted we were out until
1 a.m., but it was a good day for the dancers.
Sunday arrived and aside from a few classes we were on our
way home by 4. My ears are still
clogged up now and then, but my eye is almost clear and my throat, thank GOD is
finally feeling better. Just in time
for…my husband to get it. Sorry about
that, Dear! My bad.
So, that’s how my week went and why I decided to skip the
blog on Monday. Frankly, I didn’t have
time, but also, I couldn’t see very well out of that eye thanks to it being so
swollen. I am back to my normal self by
about 85%. I am not quite complete, but
from where I was last week at this time, I am way ahead. This week will be cake! Hope you all had a better week. I’m off to see what damage I can do. My advice for the week? Take care, stay healthy, and don’t touch