So on Monday afternoon I went to the Maccabi equivalent of a Doc in a Box about my eye because when I woke up I discovered it had started really swelling overnight. Given it is the holidays, specialists and non-tenured doctors are pretty much on holiday, including my family doctor and my dermatologist. The guy I saw upped the antibiotic prescription, told me to put hot compresses on it for 10 minutes every hour, gave me some sterile gauze and an eyepatch (Har Matey!) to keep it as sterile as possible in between, and told me not to wear my glasses (Dude, I’m legally blind). He said he thought the swelling was a good thing, that it was a sign that my body was fighting the infection and that it was going to resolve itself (we’ll just say it would pop) on its own but that if it didn’t and even if it did, I should see my dermatologist next week. If it got significantly worse or more painful, I should go to the emergency room. In the last couple of days I’ve discovered how Little Mouse must feel, walking around in a Monet painting. Early this morning I woke up feeling something different. My eye was gummed shut. Without going into details, sometime in the night, it had popped.
It isn’t totally gone. If I touch my eyelashes, it hurts a bit but the swelling is significantly down and eh stuff keeps leaking out through the eyelashes. It feels and looks a hell of a lot better, however.