This morning I went in to get a chalazion looked at, and hopefully removed.
It has been hanging around since October, and even though it doesn't bother me or get in the way too often, it's kind of embarrassing having a huge lump making the bags under my eyes look even baggier.
But my appointment came, and the chalazion was still there. The doctor said it probably wouldn't go away on its own, it was pretty solid. So he offered to do some minor surgery. I'd read up on this before hand, and knew what to expect, so I said, "Yes, yes! A thousand times yes." Because I really wanted that annoying lump on my eye to be gone.
Then they finished up, said goodbye, and left me to walk to the check out desk alone. I nearly fainted, I think my body was in a bit of shock. I looked like a zombie walking out of the office and out the building and down the street to the parking garage to wait 40 minutes for Chris to finish up his class and drive me home.
And by the way, it's really hard to type and use my hands with one eye. No depth perception at all. I admire all my one-eyed friends out there who can actually get things done every day. Sheesh, I am such a wimp...