Poke in the Eye
Woke up this morning and my eye felt swollen in its socket. I noticed it seeming a little dry and weird last night as I watched a movie, but wrote it off as just staying up too late and getting old. I eventually had to look at it after I told myself that it could get worse, and that would suck. (Have to mention that I'm listening to Uriah Heep's 'Demons and Wizards' that I found prominently displayed in the record bin yesterday, "There rides the Rainbow Demon, on his horse of crimson fire.' Great stuff.)
WTF? There was a bump on my eyeball. This is probably not right. Cleo came over to say 'hello' and I immediately enlisted her to find me a doctor. Thirty minutes later I'm climbing the stairs above a little bodega to the local clinic to see a nice German doctor named Iris. She spoke enough English to tell me that I have an infection and that I could look forward to my eyes burning for a week or so. Swell. So far I've used the drops once and it's only annoying. They only burned once, on the way to the supermarket afterward, but that was from a black cloud wafting my way from the exhaust of a bus.
