There's a line in the play that goes "You look feverish. You might have pinkeye."
Ladies and gentleman of the observation seats, I might have pinkeye.
I am at Marjorie's apt. She's doing laundry for her trip to Florida next week (she gets Spring Breaks). It's good to see her. I just wish I were more pleasent this weekend because, as frustrating as it is, I seem to be a magnet for chaos. Two weeks ago it was the phone and the dead van battery. This week, it's my left eye.
It turned pink on Thursday. I thought it might be infected but had no time until today (Saturday) to hit the doctors.
(My schedule:
THURS--8am-1130 John Garrett, Noon John to Vitales, 330pm take John home from South Lyon, 4pm buy Erinn a Bday gift, 4:30pm Head out to Brighton to meet carpool to Lansing, 8pm show.
FRI--8am-4pm Vitales, 5pm Meet Marjorie, take shower, 6pm go out for dinner, 8pm show
TODAY--Doctors.
Last night I went out with Marjorie and her boyfriend, Peter, after the show. My eye was killing me. In the bathroom at her apt, late at night, I folded the bottom left eyelid down and found a black speck in my eye. That made me think it wasn't pinkeye. An eyelash! No. Pretty soon I had Marjorie and Peter hovering over my eye with a q-tip. They couldn't get it. I went to bed.
Today I went to Sparrow Hospital in Lansing. I went to the Fast-Track Emergency section were I watched a screaming baby wait for his name to be called while blood gushed from a gash in his head. Ew. After he went "behind that door" that leads to emergency care, I finished the Alchemist. A nice book. Weird, but nice. It made my wonder why I couldn't just will the speck out of my eye (perhaps because I had a plank in the other eye?) Finally, they called my name to the desk. I had a long epic about my insurance coverage . My dad said I was covered but it took the guy a few minutes to find me on the Blue Cross database. He found me. Hurray. I was called and then, I too, got to go behind the door.
A bubbly nurse helped me. I described to her the speck I had in my eye. She asked the last time I got my Tetnis shot (sp?). I had no idea but after I talked to my mom, we figured it was probably HS. That was too long ago, so I got one today. I asked the lady if it was going to affect my performance that night. "Oh no, not at all," she said. "May make your arm sore." She poked me in my left arm, hoping it'd use it less in the swing dance. It was the best shot experience I ever had. Didn't feel a thing!
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Then the doctor (assistant) came in. He numbed my eye and then I told him where the speck was. He made me sit in one of those eye magnifiers where the optomotrists (sp?) shine a blinding light into one's eye. He found the speck! But wait, it was embedded in my flesh! He said skin grew over it. He told me he would try to remove it with a very tiny needle, but preferred that I saw an eye doctor. I told him if he could remove it, please do because Lord knows I have no time to see an eye doctor and it hurt! So he numbed it some more and scraped at the spot for a while and then said "You know, I'm not sure that that's a foreign body..." He said he would give me an antibiotic and then if it's still hurting in a few days, see an eye doctor.
I wanted to die.
So, I took the prescription to Meijer. I was dizzy--lack of food. Finally I found, in that world of a store, the pharmacy. While I waited for the prescription to be filled, I filled my arms with toiletries that I needed. I love buying soap and q-tips and make-up (sigh, I love buying make-up...) so that put me in a better mood. But that mood was quickly demolished when the pharmacist didn't fill my prescription because she couldn't find my name on the Blue Cross Account. She kept asking me if I was sure I had the right card. I called my dad and he gave me the right numbers. It still didn't show up. She called Blue Cross. They said I wasn't covered. Without the insurance, the EYE DROPS would cost $99.00. I tearfully took the prescription back, put my makeup and soap back on the shelf and waltzed out of the store.
I called my dad and he had a solution for me to get it filled at the drug store where he works. I will pick the eye drops up tomorrow night.
Meanwhile, I found food at Marjories (leftovers from last night) and wanted to have a good cry. But I waited to cry until I got to the Boarshead, after I screwed up the swing dance because I was dizzy. The Sailor told me that it was getting harder and harder to dance with me. I went up into the bathroom and cried. When I came out, Kelly found me and I related to her about my day and she said the reason I was a wreck probably had to do with the shot I had. She said those things can make you loopy. That explained why I fell during the dance call. I felt loopy, all right, like I had no muscles. My arm felt great, but so much for the shot having no effect on me.
I did a long warm up, forced myself to breathe, and did the show. It's amazing what ailments performance pressure will cure for the endurance of the show... but the eye started actingup again after I got out of costume.
We had a fine audience. Tonight, Sailor Steve and I were graced with our own standing ovation, initiated by a tiny man with a glowing beard in the front row. I guess things usually turn out okay...
I am just starting to wonder why this stuff happens to me. Does it happen to everyone? I'm convinced that they do, from the bee stings and infections I've had at campouts, to car accidents and other car troubles, to almost losing my keys 100x a week, to constantly double-booking myself. Is it a spiritual thing? Or a tetnis shot? I guess I'll never really know.
