“Pink Eye.” Or, “Duh.”
Last week, my 11yo son Ethan had a very red left eye. He graciously let me pry open his eyelids so I could get a better look. (What is it about motherhood that makes one strangely enjoy literally picking on one’s kids, like a grooming chimp or something?) On the whites (sclera?) of his eye, amongst the bloodshot vessels, was a strange bump. I immediately got very worried, thought it must be Pink Eye/conjunctivitis or something, and told my husband, who immediately told me to calm down, that I always think something is wrong with our kids. Hmph.
Ethan’s eye did clear up in the next day or two… but then, I noticed MY eyes looking very red, inflamed red even, extremely bloodshot, and sore. Goodness! I was right! Ethan did have something contagious!! Of course, I alerted my husband, who, peering into my eyes, said, “Hm. They do look a little bloodshot. But, I don’t think you caught anything from Ethan.” Hmph. The proof was right in front of him!
A couple of hours later that night, as I was yawning and getting ready for bed, it dawned on me: For the last three weeks, I have, at most, gotten about 5 hours of sleep each night. Hm. Think chronic lack of sleep might play into the fact that my eyes are bloodshot?? The whole thing dawned on me with a resounding, “Duh.”
I bet that when Fiala starts sleeping for a longer clip at night that my Pink Eye magically clears up. :blush: