A couple of weeks ago, Bernard had one of the "gnarliest" cases of pink eye anyone I know has ever seen. He seriously looked like one of the infected from 28 Days Later. It started in one eye, and soon traveled to the other one. It was pretty gross. I mean, I've had conjunctivitis in the past, but it always went away overnight. Who knew that pink eye could fester in the retinas for an average of 7-10 days?! Plus, the eye usually displays a somewhat rosy hue, hence the name. B's eyes were a demonic, glowing shade of crimson.
Hollywood movie magic eyesOver the weekend, he was supposed to go out with his friends, but nixed the idea. I thought he was overreacting--but then again, I chose to stay in because my skin was super pimply, so who was I to criticize? Then I saw the damage myself, heard his stories of public reaction, and acknowledged his legitimacy for isolation. I mean, his coworkers were recoiling in horror all week, while his roommates made some really
infected in real life eyesSee, I told you. Gross. But he's fully recovered now. For a moment there, I kept insisting that it couldn't possibly be pink eye, because it was so intense. He said he'd wake up and his lids would be stuck together from all the shit his eyes would ooze throughout the night. Sexy! Whatever, don't feel too bad for him; the jerk has been clowning on my face ever since I started breaking out all hardcore (for a couple of months now). It could be karma for dumping him, haha. But seriously, what is going on!? I hit puberty over a decade ago! I would try a new skin care routine, but the last time I did that, Murad's Acne Complex fucked up my skin so badly that I swore to never cheat on Proactiv Solution again. I think it's calming down a bit, so I'll stick to it for another few months (especially since I just bought a new kit, haha). I suppose having a nice complexion just isn't in the cards for me.
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