Here I sit, home from work for the second day due to a cold. My eyes look like someone spilled some acidic substance in them and feel oh-so-scratchy. Good times, especially as we’re supposed to go to an ACS meet-and-greet tonight to look into adoption through the city’s program. If they take one look at me like this, they’d think I was a raging alcoholic or meth user, most likely.
I may go to the doctor this morning, if I get the energy up — these eyes decidedly look like a mild case of pink eye. Better by a smidge than they looked yesterday, but still pretty awful.
As I said, good times.