Stop looking at me!!

***Warning...too much information is about to be shared, as well as two quite disgusting pictures of my eyeball. Don't say I didn't warn you***

So...I was sick last week. Wicked head cold. Much coughing and sneezing and sniffling was done. Not much nose blowing, as you know I hate blowing my nose. And do you remember what I hate all most as much as nose blowing?

Puking.

So imagine me in bed on Tuesday evening watching American Idol snorting at the silliness and playing on the internet. I sat up and whined. What? Jenn asked. I have that feeling...the one where your mouth fills up with saliva...that one. You want me to get you a trash can. NO!!! I'm going to fight it.

The fight lasted 30 seconds, and I lost, terribly. I spent the next 6 hours racing to and from the bathroom. At 2:30am Jenn came into the bathroom to tell me that she had called in a replacement for work the next day and then screamed.

"What the hell is wrong with your eye?"

I don't know, what? She told me it was all red. Okay, I've been puking for the last forever, of course my eyes are bloodshot. She shook her head and walked away. I stood up from the toilet, took one look in the mirror and tossed my cookies again.

Wanna see?


This morning finds my eye no better, in fact, I believe it to be a little worse.


I got to work this morning and my boss kicked me out of his office. He couldn't look at me. Jenn won't really look me in the eye either. So, the title of this post is a total lie. It should be start looking at me. I'm starting to feel like a bit of a leper.

Someday, I would like to feel better. Between the head cold and the vomiting, I'm getting really tired of being sick.