Eyelid swelled up good this weekend. Doctor thought it was allergies. Turned out it was a stye. I lanced it myself because I couldn't stand to have the thing swell up any bigger. Sorry, no pictures.
And so I sit here thinking about how non-eventful life has been since Saturday, barring the eyelid swelling.
Which did cause me a little embarrassment, but not in the way one might think. No, I was not embarrassed about the Quasimodo eye (yes, my left eye looked just like Quasi's left eye), I was embarrassed because of what happened when I went to Urgent Care. I brought my knitting because you never know just how long you'll have to wait. So there I was, knitting and knitting, while half listening to some silly infomercial about cooking omelettes and stuffed french toast, and the nurse called my name. I jumped up and trotted to the door. I got half way into the assessment room when I noticed I was being followed by a long line of yarn. I had dropped my yarn ball back in the waiting room and had left a spiderwebby trail through the waiting room. I even captured in my small web of red yarn a very large baby stroller. I had to backtrack and pick up the 50 feet of yarn in front of a whole waiting room full of people who apparently weren't so sick that they couldn't chuckle at a person whose face was as red as the yarn she was knitting with. Sigh. That'll teach me to try to be productive while I sit in boring waiting rooms.