Over Christmas break my niece got pink eye. Apparently the bacteria from it, that is lingering on everything she touched, can last as long as two weeks. Since I didn't want to get pink eye, I have been very careful not to touch my eyes, or at least to wash my hands beforehand. You know, in case I touched any of the same things that my two year old niece did.
It might sound paranoid. And, well, it is. But I didn't want to get pink eye.
It's kind of funny, though. For two weeks I have watched people on TV and in movies rubbing their eyes, because they were tired, or their eyes itched, or for whatever reason and I have been jealous. I wanted to rub my eyes. All the time.
But it's been two weeks since the last symptom, or at least since my niece went back home. So now if my eyes itch I can take care of it. Yay!
In case you wondered, this is what I would have looked like with pink eye. Also, I think, close to what I look like when I am angry, or when I cry. |