Friday started like any other normal day.
I attended class, drove home, met up with Mama Mia, and we left town for the evening. My right eye was a little itchy.
Around 9:30pm both of my eyes were itching like crazy. I leaned over to Mama Mia and asked her how my eyes looked. She responded, "You look awful. Both your eyes are swollen and pink. Just smile. It will make your eyes smaller."
Awesome. So I look like a freak. A smiling freak. A smiling freak with itchy eyes. What is wrong with me?
We arrived back in Athens a little after 1am. I opted to not drive home since my eyes looked like pink marsh mellows attached to my face. I hoped my eyes would magically be okay in the morning. I certainly didn't have time for an eye infection.
I went to bed in the guest room. ...I dreamed about a wedding. I was one of the bridesmaids. A makeup artist was doing the eye makeup for others in the wedding party. Their eyes looked lovely. And I was next in line! I sat in the chair and closed my eyes. She brushed color after color onto my eyelids. The effect must have been gorgeous. I could hear the others around me ohhhing and ahhhing over my eye makeup. They were commenting about the beautiful shimmer and shine on my eyelids. I could feel her brush gently stroking powder on my lids. The brush was so soft. I couldn't wait to see the results. I decided to peek. I wanted to see how it looked. I waited until the brush stroke stopped, but my eyes hesitated. I wanted to see what she was doing but my eye muscles would not respond. OPEN! Eyes, open!! I just wanted to see. My eyes, I couldn't open them! Just open! I started to panic. Eyes, open now! Nothing. Just darkness! 1, 2, 3 open! Why.Can't.I.Open.My.Eyes?!...
And then I woke up. A crusty layer of eye goop had sealed both eyes shut. I stumbled to the bathroom and washed my eyes. When I finally could open them, I saw sleep had not helped them. Both were completely pink and so puffy that I could just see through a slit. A call to our doctor confirmed I had conjunctivitis - pink eye - in both eyes.
I picked up the medicated eye drops prescribed to me and drove home. Julia Gulia happened to text me later and ask how I was doing. I snapped a picture on my phone of my swollen eyelids as a response. I laughed at her return text, "Well, you can put on more eye shadow this way."
Perhaps. If only I'd been able to watch the makeup artist in my dream...