•It was Wednesday, my second day at work and third full day back at the sorority house. With recruitment meetings running almost all morning and then some into the night plus work... you know- something had to go bad.
•Yesterday mom picked me up for a little dinner out at Pizza Nea, mmm. I ran into the restroom before we sat down and looked in the mirror as I was washing my hands and saw... A BLOODSHOT EYE.
•Then. I started. To swear.
•I dropped f-bombs all the way down the (empty) hallway. This is not the time for pink eye...
(flash forward to sorority recruitment)
•"Hi, I'm Katie, don't you want to join my house?" with an ugly red eye... um, probably not.
•I get back out to the table and start crying. Cause, you know, I'm a drama queen and don't do well with eye issues, see this.
•The waiter comes by and looks at me like I am crazy. Then mom ordered the quattro fromaggio, and my tears slow down.
THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR THIS. I have work. school. recruitment. Ahhh. Just the thought of some toddler's poop bacteria swimming in my eye was so upsetting. And I am so careful with germs... how (sob) could this happen (sob) to me? I am hand sanitizer, gloves, 45-seconds of hand washing queen!
I get back to the sorority house and put up my quarantine sign. I am not about to get anyone else sick. Then I watched Barack Obama with a cold compress.
Thank goodness Alicia had her left-over pink eye drops and administered two for me (yes, I know that is wrong, but sharing medication is how I roll). Picture this: me with my head back in a desk chair on the third floor of the sorority house, kind sister leaning over me... oh, so classy.
Today, doctor's verdict: viral infection, not pink eye, and my eye is looking better- albeit I still have glasses on. That was a close call.
