I can't even remember the last time I had pink eye, but I'm sure I was in grade school. I remember it as an eye that was pink, nothing more sinister than that. I'm working from home because for the second time in a month, I've got a raging case of conjunctivitis. I feel as if someone rubbed my eyeballs in dust. Hot, itchy, coarse dust. I wake to my eyelashes crusted together with the yellow, infectious crud and I have to pull my top and bottom lashes apart in order to see the alarm clock.
We'll return to our regular programming when I can actually stare at the computer screen for more than five minutes without my eyes prolifically watering.
