Friday morning I woke up looking like this. It didn't get better until Sunday. I used my eye to chase kids, threaten people, and was advised by the doctor to "keep the sunglasses on, so people don't stare."
Comments made by the ones that love me.
"Don't touch me."
"I can't look at you."
"Mom, is that a stroke?"
"I can't have anyone over until you look better."
My favorite comment from Bob was this, "I hope you know that if you stay like that, I have to leave."
It's better now so I guess he is staying. And today I see the allergist.