So, this one time I shared my bed, dirty pillowcases and wet tears with Alex Dodd while I was at the peak of my third pink eye infection. (But he mysteriously didn't get pink eye.) And then there was this other time that I threw out all my eye makeup, contact solution, contact cases, contacts and washed my duvet covers and face cloths every other day, and used antibiotics for over a month. (But the pink eye mysteriously didn't go away.) And then there was this other time, about a month ago, when I told my classmates that there was no way I had simple good ol' pink eye because that was too easy and I exclusively contract unidentifiable illnesses. (Case in point: the time I coughed up blood for a month, and that other time I was dizzy for six weeks straight.)
And then there was today when I went to the doctor again and she told me that it's probably not pink eye.
A month later.
After 2 antibiotics.
After 3 doctor's appointments.
After 5 (roughly) tearfests at school.
After 20 (roughly) of people not wanting to touch anything that I've touched for fear of infection.
But she doesn't know what it is.
But hey, at least she gave me some prescription cream for the eczema! Now maybe my eyelids will stop bleeding!