This is just a post for history's sake. I began the July 4 holiday weekend with a raging eye infection. I was so embarrassed. I guess that I always placed eye infection in the same category as lice or leprosy. I was unclean.
Yes, I felt like a leper.
I got it the day that we were asked to give a fireside. At the last moment, I decided NOT to back out. I looked horrible. I donned huge cheap sunglasses over my glasses, wrapped a bandage around my head to keep my eye closed and infection from others, and did not do hair or makeup.
I talked about Zion.
The church is still true...hopefully.
Yes, I felt like a leper.
I got it the day that we were asked to give a fireside. At the last moment, I decided NOT to back out. I looked horrible. I donned huge cheap sunglasses over my glasses, wrapped a bandage around my head to keep my eye closed and infection from others, and did not do hair or makeup.
I talked about Zion.
The church is still true...hopefully. I made it to Idaho with my Rocky-esque eye, and my Mom took me to the doctor. Mom's are great that way. Even at 34, I need my Mother to send me to the doctor. It made a huge difference.
While I was at the doctor my niece, Llieda (pronounced Jayda)arrived to get a cast for her broken wrist...an awesome shock pink cast. She let me watch (I had secretly wanted a cast as a child, and tried to break my own leg once. It did not work). She also let me sign it.
Thank you Lleida for being my clinic buddy, for letting me sign your cast, and for choosing pink. I would have chosen the same color. You rock.
Thank you Lleida for being my clinic buddy, for letting me sign your cast, and for choosing pink. I would have chosen the same color. You rock.Thank you, Mom for sending me to the doctor. Antibiotics are true.
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You are a trooper woman!