A good ol' fashioned stye

Oh, look at me last Friday. All happy, driving around in my car, the right side of my face clearly ecstatic about Grease Monkey's policy of retaining their female customers with carnations (works for me), looking forward to a sunny weekend, etc. Very coincidental that I captured that portion of my face when I did, because little did I know something very sinister was slowly festering under my eyelid.

Fast forward to this morning. This eye does not look happy; it's wan and annoyed and in pain. This little swollen patch has developed over the last couple of days and it is driving me nuts. This photo I just took of myself reminds me of something I would have found in one of my favorite books growing up: Childcraft Guide for Parents. That book is full of pictures all the weird maladies parents will sometimes have to contend with in raising children, from ringworm to measles to styes.

If I could stop blinking, I would. For now, though, it's hot compresses (stye or no stye, I think I might do this on a regular basis...very relaxing). Anyway, enough about me and my eyelid health. It's summertime. And I'm off to champion the end of the fiscal year.