Once, while I was in the highschool nurse’s office, a student was diagnosed with having a stye and sent home. I had always wondered what they were like.
Well now I know.
For the first time in *cough* nearly 43 years *cough* I have a stye. Jarret fiirst noticed it two weeks ago, and asked me why I had a pimple on my eyelid. I’ve been keeping the area clean, because I had been told that if I did so, the stye would go away on its own. I guess this stye didn’t get the memo. In fact I think it wanted to make sure I didn’t forget that promise I made to myself. The one where if I still had this thing after two weeks I’d call my doctor. Not only do I still have the stye, but this afternoon it quickly went from a very mild annoyance to “fuck it hurts!”. My inner (corner of the) upper lid is red and swollen and the whole inner eye hurts when I blink. Unfortunately, neither my PCP nor the only nurse practioner who speaks understandable English are available until Friday. *rolls eyes* Ouch!
