This is all true, and you will believe it because it is me
and these are things that happen to me.
A few weeks ago, I went to stay with my wonderful cousin
Kerilee for general conference weekend. I was super excited to visit with her
and Judd and play with their awesome kids.
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| This is Graham's "Cheese Face" |
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| I took these pictures over conference weekend last April |
The day before I left, however, my right eye started to
freak out at while I was at work. This is not unusual because I wear contacts
and also because my eyes do weird things sometimes. It was red and itchy, so I
tried cleaning my contact, which didn’t work, and then I just hoped the problem
would go away.
It didn’t. The next morning on my way to Kerilee’s house I
thought I was going to die. Both of my eyes were red and watery and the sun
felt like fire. I spent that day going back and forth between contacts and
glasses and trying to avoid any bright rooms. I was even wearing my sunglasses
inside. The next day, when things didn’t get better, I asked my cousin to take
me to a doctor, and we found an urgent care nearby that was open on Sundays.
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| This is how I feel about wearing glasses. |
Long story short, the lady at the counter thought I was 16
but they gave me eye drops anyway. The doctor said I had developed a kind of
pink eye that you get from allergies. There are three kinds of pink eye, as it
turns out, and I have never had any. I have also never had seasonal allergies,
so why wouldn’t my body decide to jump to straight to a case of allergy-induced
pink eye that I suspect never actually existed before?
I used up those eye drops in a few days, but was feeling
much better.
Until last Thursday.
By the time I got home from work on Thursday, my right eye
was bothering me again. I hoped that it wouldn’t suddenly get worse like it did
before, but I should have known better.
On Friday, after adjusting the brightness on my screen at
work and spending as much time as possible editing hard copies of things, I switched
to glasses and went across the street to the pharmacy and got some allergy eye
drops, hoping they would have the same effect as the ones the urgent care
doctor had given me. A few minutes after I put them in, however, my eyes were
burning even more and the only relief I could get was from a two-hour nap on
the couch in the bathroom of the Church Office Building. When I woke up, I
talked to my supervisor who let me take work home that I could do when I could
see again.
I somehow survived the drive home and then slept for another
three and a half hours. I wasn’t going to let my silly eyes spoil my weekend
plans, however, so I woke up, threw some stuff in a bag, and headed to Provo
for the next few days. I had a concert to go to, after all.
Even though it was getting dark outside and it was even darker
inside, I decided to wear my sunglasses inside so that I wouldn’t look like a
pothead. Also, I would rather people think that I think I’m super cool than
wonder what the nerd with seasonal allergies is doing at a smoky concert. I was
relieved when some of my friends showed up so I wasn’t standing by myself…at a
concert…wearing sunglasses.
The rest of the night was a mixture of painful, awkward, and
loud, and I practically passed out at my friend’s house when we finally got
home. The next morning I knew right away that I needed to go to the doctor
again.
This time, it was my friend Carrie who was kind enough to
take me to an insta care in Provo. The doctor looked at me sympathetically and
said, “I’m sorry. That looks annoying.” Thanks, doc. He gave me some more eye
drops (this time with a renewable prescription) but told me that I should
probably see an ophthalmologist the next week. If things got any worse, he
suggested that I go to the emergency room where they could get a hold of an
on-call ophthalmologist to give me something only ophthalmologists can
prescribe.
(Try saying ophthalmologist three times fast.)
We stopped at the pharmacy, I put in some more eye drops,
and then I slept some more. I have no idea why I was so tired, but it was a
nice break from the searing pain in my eyes.
That afternoon, Carrie and I met up with a few more friends
to play some board games. They left the lights off and let me sit in front of
the window so I didn’t have to squint (as much). I was mostly able to leave my
sunglasses off. After a few hours, though, I couldn’t deny the fact that there
was still something wrong with my eyes and I needed relief. Even though it felt
ridiculous, I decided to go to the ER…for allergies.
Carrie took me straight to the emergency room, where I
stared at the floor for almost an hour while I waited to see the doctor. They
finally took me back to a room where I sat on a bed for another twenty minutes
and tried not listen to everyone else’s terrible but legitimate reasons for
being there. Finally a doctor came and told me that he would talk to the
ophthalmologist, whom I never actually saw, and get me stronger, antibiotic eye
drops. I told him that the lights were giving me a headache, and he said
enthusiastically, “I can help with that!” He disappeared and I waited several
more minutes on the cold bed.
Cue super good-looking intern. Handsome walks in with an IV
and tells me he is going to hook me up. I looked up at him with my squinty, red
eyes, and said, like a genius, “An IV? For what?”
“...Aren’t you sick?”
“Well…it’s just my eyes.”
Blink. Blink.
He stepped out then came back in and told me it’s for my
headache.
Whatever. Fine. Why not make this a little more ridiculous.
So Charming hooked me up and I made polite yet awkward
conversation, pretending I wasn’t aware that I was completely absurd.
“Yeah, I’m in here for allergies.”
“No, I’ve never had them before.”
“I’m just going to look away while you stick that needle and
tube in my arm.”
Winning Smile humored me and then left.
I got a phone call from my friend Bryan and tried to explain
that even though I had been at the doctor for a significant portion of my day,
I was fine. While I’m on the phone, a nurse came in to hook me up to the
fluids. She told me that whatever is in there will help my headache and then
asked if I was driving myself home. I told her I wasn’t and she said that they
were going to give me some Benadryl as well. I thought she meant later, but I
found out that she meant intravenously.
As soon as the fluid hit my system the room got brighter, I
got dizzy, and my mouth tasted weird. The nurse told me that was normal and
then she left. It didn’t feel normal. The phone call got weird, I started to
slur, and this is where I don’t remember as much.
At some point the doctor came in. At another I hung up the
phone. From there I remember being really cold and really tired. I started to
fall asleep and shiver at the same time. I have never felt so weird.
Tall and Tan came back and took my vitals, nurse came back
and unhooked me, and doctor gave me a prescription and sent me on my way.
Carrie drove me to the pharmacy and then her apartment where
I quickly passed out on the couch. I woke up to eat dinner and then slept for
another 12 hours.
I am happy to report that since then, those eye drops have
been working marvelously. My eyes are still a tiny bit sensitive to light, but
I had a productive day at work and feel like I can go back to wearing contacts
tomorrow.
This is especially good because my glasses are the wrong
prescription.




Love you're blog! You are so funny. I get pink eye asl the time. It sucks having to buy new mascara every time.
ReplyDeleteKeep writing. I look forward to your updates.;)
Aunt Royce
Drat, I was hoping it got better... NOT worse!!
ReplyDeleteHA! what a charming, cunning and witty young lady you are. I shall force Geofrey to read and enjoy this.
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