Just my F-ing luck...

So when I get stressed and then don't get enough sleep, I almost without fail always get sick. Fine. A common cold sucks, but you can medicate and deal with it.

But today is my very first jury trial. Yes, I'm handling it entirely on my own. Admittedly, it is a very small, very simple case that I can't possibly screw up that badly. But, it's still all on me, and I want to do a good job. As mentioned in previous posts, I worked on it all weekend, and it's been consuming at least 3 out of every 4 thoughts since. There has been missed sleep, and thus, I've had a mild cold for about two or three days now.

But then, yesterday afternoon my eyes started bothering me. First they just felt like there was something in them (an eyelash or something). Then they got a little runny. At this point I get suspicious, but tell myself maybe its still just an offending eyelash... in both eyes.

By 10 o' clock last night, big goopy crud is freely flowing out of my eye balls. And in case you couldn't guess, they are swollen and hurt like a mother. I take some decongestant and go to sleep, hoping naively that when I awake they will be better.

4:30 a.m. I awaken to swollen achy eyes that simply will not open. My eyelashes have crusted together and cannot be pulled apart. Fortunately, the boyfriend (who was amazingly not grossed out by any of this) was there to get me a wash cloth to soak my eyes with until I could pry them open. Yummy.

5:30 a.m. I am in the ER, getting medicated and looked at.

6:00 a.m. I'm at the 24-hour CVS Pharmacy sort of near my house.

7:30 a.m. I am back in bed for an extra hours worth of sleep.

9:00 a.m. I am at work, preparing for trial, looking like I have been crying all night long. Eyes still bloodshot, puffy, and stinging, though no longer oozing goo.

I'm feeling good about my first trial. Woo hoo! Perhaps I will have a miraculous recovery in the next 3 hours. Trial starts at 1:00 p.m.