Seeing red

I love both of my little girls. They can make some random line drawing, tell me it’s a dog (“doggie”, in their words) and I’ll think Picasso himself would be proud. Other fathers know, or will know, what it’s like to get those little gifts kids make and how happy you are that they put so much effort into making it. They are what motivates me to do the best I can so that they can have a childhood that doesn’t end up on Oprah.

Well, my youngest gave me a gift that I would gladly give back. Pink eye. She had the viral form of conjunctivitis (pink eye) and I was giving her eye drops three times a day for the last week. I thought I took every precaution to not catch it myself. I washed my hands as if I had OCD and went through a bottle of hand sanitizer but it just wasn’t enough.

Now I get to make a trip to the doctor in order to get prescription eye drops. My eyes are killing me because they itch like crazy but I can’t rub them or I might spread it more. At least I’m off work tomorrow so I don’t have everybody staring at me. It was bad enough when I went out and saw my friend at CompUSA (picked up a hard drive). It’s great how friends can make you feel so much better with the words, “Man, you look like sh*t.”

Fear not death, for the sooner we die the longer we shall be immortal. -Benjamin Franklin

10.Oct.05 Life