The Eyes Have It...

(I love random gross eye pictures - thanks Internet! Not really. I have to always ask Isaac to flip the covers of his magazines when they are lying around because, hey! Not the greatest for company to stare at!)

There are many things that go through your mind when you realize you are marrying an eye doctor. Free glasses for life. Easy access to all medical questions (oh, wait...is that just me?). Dish dropping concern for every twitch, itch or inflammation that your eye will ever experience. None of them happen. Not a one. It's kind of disheartening, really.

What doesn't go through your mind is that you will get pink eye. A lot. I have no proof that it's a direct cause/effect kind of thing, but...when Isaac was in Optometry school I got pink eye like clockwork every 3-4 months. For four years. Lovely. I don't remember ever having it as a child, even though I'm sure I did, but to get it with such frequency as an adult? Madness.

Once we moved to San Diego my eye mardi gras cleared up and **poof** no more pink eye. I figured it was an Opt school fluke and I was done with the easy break outs. I've had nearly five glorious white eye filled years. Until today. I'm sorry to say that as of about 2 pm this afternoon, the conjunctivitis has returned. Maybe not QUITE as bad as the above photo, but still. That's what I FEEL like my eye looks like! Luckily, I'm a pro at this by now. Not to mention my doctor makes house calls. It's viral, no meds, eye drops for the discomfort, no contacts, no make up until it clears, don't rub my eye, don't share my towel. It'll clear in a few days.

The one silver flicker is, being married to an Optometrist, I know that pink eye isn't as contagious as people think. Still contagious, but not the rampant out of control reputation it's been linked with. Poor picked on pink eye...