stink eye

Today I am so thankful for my eyes. Yes, that's right my eyes. Eyeballs are a wondrous organ...they are squishy, spherical, wrapped with tiny blood vessels, and they see. I'm not really sure how they see but I know it has to do with cones and rods and reflection or something.

Oddly enough, I am feeling grateful for my eyes today because I woke up at 5am this morning to find that my eyes were crusted shut. After applying a warm washcloth to my face for several minutes, I was able to open my eyes 1cm...after which I quickly shut them - what I saw wasn't pretty. Dull story short - I have conjunctivitis, or pink eye, in both my eyes. Awesome.

It's not so much painful as it is miserable. Irritating. Gooey. Gross. Inconvenient. (Along with feeling miserable, I have to look miserable, too, as I have to wear my glasses and no make-up for a week. More awesome-ness.) I am most comfortable when my eyes are closed...a luxury this Mama of Toddlers can't afford. Thank goodness for nap time. We're staying home and inside today. So far, M and S have played nicely together. Unfortunately, most of the activities I would normally enjoy while staying home sick require my eyes to be open - reading, watching a movie, surfing the internet, blogging. Granted, I'm still doing those things...I'm just not enjoying them as much :).

I googled the phrase "poems about eyes" and this poem was the very first result...no joke. This Reese, the one blogging, is not the author...it's another Reese, but weird, huh?

Eyes

by Reese

I gaze into twin pools of warmth
Bright and sparkling
I see something indescribable
Something I can't quite put my finger on.

Twin pools, blazing and brilliant
Making all your sweetness
And all your compassion
Crystal clear.

Twin pools shimmering and glimmering
Showing how you're
Sweet, sensitive, caring and kind
Funny athletic cunning and friendly


It goes on, but you don't need to read the rest to come to the conclusion that it's a pretty lame poem. If I were to write a poem like this, it would go:

Eyes
by the real Reese
I gaze into twin cess-pools of gooey eye boogies
Bloodshot and irritated
I see something indescribable
Something I best not put my finger on

Equally lame.

Along with eyes, I am also thankful for the fact that Mason and Smith don't have pink eye...yet. Please pray that I could quarantine the conjunctivitis and that no one else in our house will have to endure the nastiness.

Today, be thankful for your eyes...for the ability to see. I imagine you'll find that most of the things you really enjoy require the use of them. I came up with a few things you can enjoy without sight...sleeping - first and foremost, a book on CD, a massage, music. Think about it, people.

**A "shout-out" to Hannah today as she's experiencing something far more inconvenient than pink eye - child birth. Woohoo!