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Monday, May 28, 2012
Pink eye?
Last week I thought I had pink eye. My eye was, well... pink. And watery and crusty in the morning, but it wasn't itching or burning so I wasn't certain it was pink eye. I know I could simply go to the doctor, get diagnosed, and get eye drops or whatever. But... I couldn't get myself to go to the doctor. My eye, my right eye, the one that was pink was also the eye that has an almost bare lid. How was I supposed to go to the doctor, have him look at my eye and not notice the lack of lashes?! I told my husband, "I really don't want to go to the doctor... it's embarrassing and I really don't want to explain or be viewed as a freak." He told me they wouldn't view me like that, but I didn't care... And I didn't go.
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