Saturday, February 1, 2014

Eye Eye

My eyes are f*cked up tonight.

Here's what they're supposed to be.
Please don't scoff, they are my best feature.
There is something in the Texas air today. Precocious Daughter and her dad and I spent the day together, and we're all suffering from allergies in one form or another. PDaughter is stuffy and itchy in the nose. Her dad is having problems with his lungs. And eyes are f*cked up.

I feel as if all of my eyeball fluid (is there a name for eyeball fluid? there must be, but I don't know what it is) has drained out. My eyes feel dry and itchy and sort of as if they've grown about 25% in size and no longer fit in their sockets.

I'm afraid that if I touch my eyes, they'll puff up and swell shut for two days (this is an actual thing that happens to me). Yet they itch so much that it's all I can do to keep from gouging the heels of my hands into my poor, dry, irritated see-orbs.

Not pictured: my nasty dry itchy eyes
Tomorrow is the Super Bowl, and I don't fancy spending the day in bed with monster eyes. I've taken an antihistamine, and I'm hoping this passes via a combination of rest and vegging in front of Puppy Bowl. If I wake up tomorrow trying in vain to see through eyes that have swollen to the size of monster truck tires, I'm going to be pissed.

Wish me luck for the next 24 hours, OK?

I promise I'll post pictures if anything changes.

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