Who would have thought that a little eye infection can be so bloody annoying and so ridiculously painful.
Last week Elliot had a touch of conjunctivitis, poor little fella. So we visit the GP who says she won't prescribe anything until he has had it for 7 to 10 days, but I can buy the drops for him over the counter ( if I lie that he is over 2).
I spend several days telling the other kids to stay away from Elliot's face and eyes, and washing his eyes every 5 seconds.
After getting rid of it and feeling a little smug I was not impressed on Friday when my eyes started to itch. By Friday night I was a oozing squinting, pink eyed monster. First thing Cat says to me on Saturday morning ( while I am trying to pretend that no one will notice) is " mummy why have you got one big eye and one tiny red eye". Cheers Cat that really helped me in deluding myself that it was not obvious.
There have been times when I would willingly have poked out my own eyes. During the night I won't gross you out with a detailed description of the dry, snot covered eyes I fight all night long.
Why oh why oh why do kids share the things we don't want. I would happily share their chocolate or their large stash of cash, but no the only thing they give me is bloody infectious diseases, cheers.
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