Thinking it has been too long since there was new drama in the Sawyer household? Have you been missing that weekly, even sometimes daily, dose of crises and mayhem? Never fear! I have you covered and continue to be your one-stop shop for rubberneck viewing of the unbelievable craziness that has become my life! (I promise, I did used to be rather boring in another life…)
I have had a swollen eyelid for a few days that is quite painful, so two days ago I went in to the doctor about it. They said it was probably a sty and could have been caused by stress (which I may or may not have had some of), and they gave me an antibiotic cream to put on it and also recommended warm compresses. But yesterday when I woke up it was signficantly worse, swollen shut, and the pain was intense and radiating into the bone all around my eye. I called my optometrist, worried that I might have something in my eye that could be damaging the actual eye and especially because my vision was now blurry. My optometrist isn’t in the office on Tuesdays but said he could come in and see me that evening.
Fast forward to last night, and it turns out this isn’t a simple sty, and I have preseptal cellulitis that is quickly heading toward orbital cellulitis. Further complicating things, the recommended antibiotic for this is of course the only antibiotic that I am allergic to. We’re trying a different antibiotic and hoping it at least stops the spread of the infection that is now starting to affect my second eye (and because, you know, the eye socket is also uncomfortably close to the brain….and if given the choice I’d really rather not be blind….). So no driving for me until my vision is clearer (and maybe pain more under control?). It might be a good idea to wrap me in bubble wrap and put me in cold storage for a bit until I can no longer be deemed a danger to myself and others. Because, really!
While speaking with my cousin last night, he reminded me of the scene in the movie “The Emperor’s New Groove,” when Pacha and Cuzco are heading down the river.
P: Uh-oh.
K: Don’t tell me. We’re about to go over a huge waterfall
P: Yep.
K: Sharp rocks at the bottom?
Pa: Most likely
K: Bring it on
Funny enough, this actually hasn’t felt like “one thing too many.” I can’t help but laugh, literally, at how ridiculous it all is (even if laughing and smiling hurts like crazy at the moment – I know my eye doesn’t look too horrific right now after so many warm compresses and having several doses of antibiotics in me, but whoo wee is it sore!). And it could be so much worse, I know. I am able to see well enough to type this, after all, and I’m grateful I sought out treatment so quickly before it become a really, really bad situation. So yeah, bring it on. I can handle it?
