"Well, the virus in your cornea is gone. But your eyes are getting worse. I'm going to have to send you to see a specialist."
"Okay," I said, choking back tears (I always get upset in health practitioners' offices when I'm alone). "How long will that take?"
"That's the problem," he told me honestly. "You're not triaging. It can take months to get in to see a specialist."
At the receptionist's desk I was asked if I'd be coming back again, for what has become my biweekly visit. "No," I told the receptionist. "Apparently I have to see a specialist." Her face fell. I know she's been rooting for me all along. "Oh, sweetie. . ." she breathed out.
So, it's time for a new plan of attack:
1. Antihistamines: Even though I keep being told it's not allergies, I don't believe this.
2. Water: my eyes are dry. I will single-handedly stop this by chugging back the H2O.
3. Daily blueberry smoothies: I have no clue what antioxidants actually do, but maybe they're good for my eyes?
4. Eyebright herb: I'm not going to go to a holistic practitioner quite yet, but I am going to seek out some of this herb and see if it makes my baby blues (or greens, or whatever) bright again.
5. Alcohol + Makeup = Fun (this is an undisputable mathematical equation): I've been working too hard, too long. As soon as I hand in my second draft and McClung's is sent to the printers, I'm throwing caution to the wind, eyes be damned! Who cares if I wake up with pus oozing down my face if it means I can have an awesome night out?
(This all seems vaguely familiar. Am I starting to repeat myself? But if it worked then, it will work now.)