All I can do is laugh
Yesterday was a pretty funny day. Well, at least I had to laugh becacuse otherwise it would simply be pathetic and I refuse to be pathetic.
I woke up with two eyes sealed shut. Yep. I’m not shitting you — the dreaded pink eye. Both eyes. How on earth did I get it? The kids don’t have it and neither does Jeff. I’m guessing I must have picked it up on some surface at the school that some funky-eyed kid rubbed his whatevers on which made me the proud new recipient of their gift of conjunctivitis. Much like lice, it’s the gift that keeps on giving.
Not wanting to lose the gift I actually enjoy - vision, I called and made an appointment. This is the funniest part: I mentioned to the doctor that I have a cough but I was sure it was just left over from the flu I had a couple of weeks ago. Yeah, right. Apparently I also have bronchitis. I guess that explains the drop-dead exhaustion from the other day. (Go ahead-laugh. It’s just funny.)
In related news, right now Jeff ranks as #1 Husband on the Globe. He took a vacation day to take care of me and the kids. He took them to school, Iz to gymnastics, got us lunch, did some shopping and is now getting the kids from school and buying stuff to make for dinner. It’s okay; I’d be jealous too.
