By the time my Mum had arrived I could barely open my eyes, the following day we welcomed t'in-laws and I looked like a cross between a lizard and a frog. My eyes were continually streaming and all the skin around them dry and flaky.
Sadly, life doesn't tend to let you sit around licking your wounds nor does it allow you hours on end to apply cold compresses and rest, there was a school concert to attend. I may have mentioned a few of the things I've done that probably make the locals thing I am a bocadillo short of a picnic and my wearing of sunglasses on a dismal December day—indoors—has undoubtedly strengthen this notion, or maybe they think I am a huge fan of that twat Bono! In fact I got so paranoid about my wearing a pair of shades inside a darkened Casal waiting for the annual
Did you see that crazy English woman wearing sunglasses at the concert, pretending she's some kind of rockstar
I did, but did you see her eyes? Terrible allergies. She's practically blind.
What like Stevie Wonder?
Those who were treated to this spectacle of gammy eyes gasped and asked me if I was suffering from allergies, usually whilst backing away and reaching for some antibacterial spray. I decided to stop doing this when I noticed that a gaggle of 8 year old girls were staring at me, looking extremely terrified.
|Never knowingly had conjunctivitis, just twat syndrome|
Luckily (or not depending on your point of view), my eyes had improved enough by Christmas Day to cook the Christmas meal although my vision still hasn't returned to normal now, some 10 days later. My distance vision has everyone with 4 eyes and a moustache and anything further than about 4 foot away from me is slightly blurred. It's like walking around on a permanent acid trip. Thankfully my near-sight is well enough for me to play with my new i-Pad.
Disclaimer: any typos, grammatical and spelling mistakes are due to my condition, alright!