While I'm waiting for the swelling to go down

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.


Jen said…
I'm sorry about your eye. Hope it gets better.

Don't feel so bad about embarrassing yourself in public. I do that on a regular basis. It happens to the best of us. I'm pretty sure almost everyone human can relate.
The good news is you don't have to limit your contact with grass. And I embarrass myself in public every day.
froggybaby said…
I like that story. I bet you were the most productive person there - other than the doctors!