I get asked two questions on a near-daily basis. Half of the time they're prompted out of genuine sympathy, and the other half of the time they're due to my self-deluded belief that people are genuinely interested in other people's ailments:*
"How are your eyes?"
"You still have an eye infection? I thought that was gone?"
(The latter question is usually said with a note a disbelief that is reserved for hypochrondriacs and those who don't aim to actually cure their ailments because they prefer to complain about them.)
Every night I inspect my eyes to see if they're getting better. They're not. (I really encourage you to click on the photo and check out the high-res version. You can see every last capillary in my eye, which is kind of cool, if you're into that kind of thing. I would be--if it wasn't my own eyes.)
I'm going to the eye doctor again tomorrow. He told me, "It will probably clear up in another 2 or 3 weeks." That was 9 weeks ago. I'm glad I'm paying for this kind of quality medical advice.**
All I want for Christmas is to go home pus-free and clear-eyed. Is that too much to ask?
______________________________________________________*Which nobody is, really. Unless it's scabies, a curable STI with a humorous story attached or a parasitic infection.
Things people don't like discussing: incurable STIs, mental illness and mystery eye infections that don't really have any negative sympathy-worthy symptoms or consequences apart from preventing the inflicted from partying, staying up late and wearing makeup.
**I'm actually not paying. I can't afford this kind of nonsense, at $40-80 per visit for this guy to tell me I still have an eye infection (no shit!), so I've been charging it to my Dad's credit card.