If you follow me on Twitter, you already know that I’ve had mystery eyelid disease coming and going for several months. A lid would puff up for one day, peel for a few days and then be fine for months. This week, for the first time ever, BOTH eyelids puffed on the top AND bottom lid. They didn’t peel on the second day either. They got worse. I became a teensy bit hysterical and Doug made a doctor appointment for me. I suggested he come along and get his cough checked. Off we went for our bi-yearly visit to the doctor.
While I entertained Evan, Doug talked to the doctor about his cough. The doctor talked to Doug about his blood pressure. Doug talked to the doctor about his dizzy spells. The doctor wrote Doug five prescriptions and Doug was very happy. Then, it was my turn. The doctor looked at my eyes from across the room and pulled out a reference book. He got to the puffy eyelid page in his book and started reading.
“The cause is usually unknown and is helped by warm compresses,”
“I’ve been doing that most of the past two days and it doesn’t help.”
“antihistamines . . .”
“Taking them every day.”
“and for discomfort, artificial . . .”
“Tears. Done that.”
“Well, it’s probably a staff infection now. It itches, right?”
“No. It hurts.”
I don’t know if he heard me at all because he never got up from his chair to actually look at my lids. He just wrote the script for topical and oral antibiotics. Doug paid the pharmacy two weeks’ worth of grocery money and we went home to read the orders on all the different labels. I took my nasty pill and read the precautions on the tube of ointment.
Not for ophthalmic use.
I hate going to the doctor.
I’m just going to pretend that collagen lips are out and collagen eyelids are in this season.
Update - You are all very wise. I threw away every makeup that even came near my eyes as well as the brushes. I am the crazy person in dark sunglasses in the grocery store.