Monday morning I woke up with a stye. I had one before when I was younger (like 10 years old) and I remember it hurting, but not being anything too bad. In fact, I made a nice joke about it with my brother. I sent him this picture and told him I looked like Forest Whitaker and Adam said “did it turn you black?” I responded with “my bad, Forest Whitaker if he did reverse blackface.” Oh I crack me up.
Unfortunately, the jokes must end. The damn thing has gotten worse since then. And it hurts like a sonofabitch. I could barely open my eye this morning.
Everyone keeps telling me to go to the doctor, but I really do not think there is anything they can do for a stye. I will continue using a warm compress (I tried a cold compress, which helped at first, but now it seems the warm one works better) and if it does not go away by the weekend, then I will head to the hospital.
And yes, I am as miserable as I look right now.