This having a child in day care thing can be a bit annoying. First of all, the daycare teachers (or as I like to think of them, the teenage girls that are more focused on their latest crush than on my child) let her eat staples. They don’t change her diaper very often. They poke her in the eye and then claim it’s an infection. They let the 2 year olds run around pointing their fingers at the other children as if it’s a gun and yelling “pow, pow.” They let the kinds listen to “Shake your booty.” And the daycare is a breeding ground for diseases.
Well, I guess the last one isn’t their fault really, but those others are. I used to be healthy all of the time, never getting colds or really anything throughout the year, but not anymore. Since Rachael has been attending daycare it seems that my body has become a place for diseases to come and hang out for a while, and it seems that every couple of months Rachael and I come down with some illness that makes life miserable for a couple of weeks. Somehow though, Alina manages to avoid most of these sick times, which is good, because we would all be a hungry pathetic mess for those couple of weeks. But, she caught this one. For some reason Alina always gets and then passes on (thanks for sharing) here pink eye, or eyes. And thanks to her generosity, I have it again. So for the second time in the last 3 months (and the second time in my life) I have pink eyes.
I feel like all day long as people see me they are thinking that I am just another stoner who is looking for another hit. It’s not true. Unless of course you catch me going back again and again for eye drops. I know it’s pathetic, but at the moment I have three different kinds of eye drops in my pocket for an immediate fix. But I’m not like those other guys with blood shot eyes, because I promise, I can quit at any time. So anyway, if you see me, feel free to point and laugh, but please don’t give me that “that poor guy needs freedom from his habit, he needs Jesus” look, it’s starting to drive me crazy. So, no, I’m not high, it’s just pink eye. (Wow, look at that: a bit of poetic mastery.)
Oh yeah, and be grateful that I didn’t put a picture of my pink eyes up here for you.
