On Sunday I got to use my brand-new insurance card!
I woke up and my right eye was a little red. It's been bothering me for the past few (3-4) days now. I've been trying to ignore it...like any red-blooded male, I'm convinced that any medical problem will simply go away with the proper dosage of denial.
Anyway, I thought I might be developing conjunctivitis (you know, from all those nasty/wet/sweaty towels I handle WITHOUT fucking gloves at my lovely job). I didn't think that's what it was, after all it was only a mild stinging...but the pain was enough to convince me to visit a medical professional (but by God, not a real doctor). So we went to Walgreens. I'm not sure if they do this where you live, but out here in STL-land they have these little non-emergency clinics where you only wait 30 minutes to see a nurse (as opposed to 4 hours at a hospital).
Long story short, it cost me $15 dollars to find out one of my long, sexy eyelashes had gone and scraped my eye. All I have to do is quit touching/rubbing it and use over-the-counter eye drops...in a few days it should be fine.
Damn you sexy eyelashes...damn you...