Catching the Red Eye

I'm going to choose to use illness as my excuse for not really writing the past few weeks, immediately following my declaration to myself that I was going to start writing more often.

It started with Jenny getting a sore throat.  Which got worse.  And worse.

I told her to go to a doctor.

She refused.

Then she got an eye infection.  Which got worse.  And worse.

I told her to go to the doctor.

She refused.

Throughout this all, I quietly gave my immune system a pat on the back.  Despite the fact that a certain family member insists that I am constantly sick, in actuality, I rarely get sick.  It tends to be once a year.  And that already happened to me during Roskilde in Denmark this summer (which was awful, by the way - not the festival, just being sick while camping in a tent in the middle of thousands of drunk foreigners while having no running water or kleenex).

So, believing myself to have an immune system made of steel, I threw caution to the wind, took care of Jenny, and didn't give it another thought.

And it worked.

For two weeks.

Then, one night, I woke up around 3am to find that my eyes wouldn't open.

Damn!

Pink Eye!

Well, it has taken a while, but is finally gone.

It was all worth it because it produced this:

Jenny's eyes became really light-sensitive and she spent most days in a dark bedroom, listening to audiobooks.  When she did venture out, she took to donning her eyeglasses, topped by sunglasses, topped by scarf.

She's a ninja, mother-

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