With my health card and pride, I braved to ask my dad (for the first time in a month now) a favor, to drive me to the ER. Blessed as I always am, he obliged.
Now, I am forced to restrict the use of antibiotic eye solutions, which sucks because of my tendencies to self-medicate and well, sometimes, overdose. The itch is still bugging the hell out of me and so is the pain every single time I blink (which, according to trivia, is twice more often than men do).
Luckily (or is it really?), the stye is somewhat inverted, or inside, meaning no disgusting puss build-up has occurred. That would look scary, not to mention annoying, especially with all the "peeping Tom" jokes I'll be getting in the office.
There, I just threw it away. Here's to literally seeing a better tomorrow.
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