Yeah, well, you know it's bad when you wake up with stuff oozing out of both your eyeballs but you don't care because your throat doesn't hurt and your voice is back enough to return to yelling at your children.
I ran myself over to Urgent Care on Friday afternoon just to make sure I didn't have a bacterial infection (Hey Dr. Google. Fuck you.). Turns out, it's just a bad cold, plus two pink eyes which just has to run its course. Apparently with viral pink eye, the antibiotics don't do anything but prevent it from turning into something bad.
I spent a good hour in a very seedy looking medical clinic to learn that tidbit. You should have seen the look on the doctor's face when I mentioned breastmilk in the eyeball. She nearly wrote me a script for psych meds.
So, here's hoping I just got exactly what the kids had, well, except about 140x worse.
And I've learned my lesson. I need to take it easy. It's quite obvious that my body figured the only way I would ever slow down was if I got massively sick.
Got the point, Universe.
So, I'm calling it. 2009 - The year of Mom.
Who's with me?