They say that eyes are the windows to the soul. That when you look into a person’s eyes you can tell in a nano-second whether they are clean-living, kind and generous of spirit. Well anybody peering at my peepers right now would deduce me to be of a suspicious nature with a penchant for jammy doughnuts. Because that’s what they resemble. Two puffy slits with bright red centres.
It all started off with hayfever and a dose of itchy eyes. Within 24 hours I felt as though somebody had chucked a bucket of gravel at them. The optician prescribed some drops. And yesterday, when my eyes were so dry it was like blinking against sandpaper, a nice pharmacist suggested a bottle of lubricating jollop.
So last night I went to bed with my eyelashes coated in oily gunk. The eyeballs finally felt a bit more comfortable. By morning the lids were welded together and I was convinced I’d gone blind in the night. Somewhere along the way conjunctivitis had set in.
Right now my in-laws are visiting. I want to be entertaining and looking my best! Not wearing a grimace and wrap-around sunglasses. The sunnies are all well and good during daylight. But it’s not such a fab look at night. Whilst out yesterday evening, I attempted passing myself off as mysterious. My daughter gave a mirthless laugh and suggested dodgy instead. Mr V is calling me Roy. As in Orbison.
Ah well. It could be worse. At least eye infections do eventually heal. As one person quipped: ‘Conjunctivitis.com – isn’t that a site for sore eyes?’