Pink eye has been making it's way through the school system, and Tuesday morning, it hit The Governor hard. I woke him up for school, and he started complaining that he couldn't see. Of course I told him to suck it up and be a man and his eyes would get adjusted to the light soon enough. I gave him a piggy-back ride upstairs and once I deposited him on the kitchen stool, he was still whining about how he couldn't see. I turned around, about to chew him out some more, when I saw that his eyes were stuck shut with goopy matter.
Nice job, Mom.
Fortunately, we still had drops left over from the last bout of pink eye about a year ago. Unfortunately, The Gov decided that eye drops really, really bite and he wasn't having anything to do with them.
For two days, I ended up pinning the poor kid down on the ground and sitting on him while I pried his eyes open. By the time I got a drop in each eye, we were both sweating and crying and mad as hell at each other.
The great news is that one of the guys on my soccer team is a pediatrician and I was telling him our eye drop horrors after the game last night. He told me that as long as the discharge had cleared up, forget the drops.
So this morning I got to wake up The Gov and announce we are done with drops. And there was much rejoicing.
The sky is just a little bluer in our world today. And the sun is bright. The temperature is hovering in the mid-forties. Tree-trimmers are taking down a dead oak that threatens to crush the roof over my bedroom every time the wind blows. The dog has a fresh supply of smoked pigs ears. The Customer Service Department here at The Outpost is reporting a record low dissatisfaction index.
Of course, it's only 10:30 am. Might be a good day to close early.
Posted by Cathy at December 14, 2006 10:39 AM