"Peace man!" the doctor proclaimed after examining my son's eye. "Peace" short for pis, short for piskat, the local term for sore eyes or conjuctivitis. My son had woken up last Thurs. (Oct 2) morning with his left eye half closed, red around the eyeball and a little swelling along the eyelid. Ricky had just arrived from Dumaguete and they had to go to the doctor pronto!
Rance had no choice but to stay at home for the rest of the week. I, in turn, talked to his teacher. I found out that just the day before, one of her students had arrived in school with sore eyes, and the teacher had to send the boy back home. The mother of the child didn't have enough sense to let the child stay at home. Ggrrrr...!%$#@
By Friday night, I was the one with the red eyes and by Saturday morning, it was the house help who had them. Darn! All three of us stayed in the house for the weekend till the first half of this week. We went through a lot of alcohol rubbing of hands, spraying of disinfectant around the house, and consumed a large amount of tissue paper. We wanted to prevent the further spread of the "virus."
Initially I couldn't think of how to spend those four days at home. My interests lay in reading, cross-stitching, and surfing. My work lay in spreadsheets and figures. With the disease I had, I can't do any of those things. Tiring out my eyes might aggravate their situation. (Made me realize how grateful I am I can see and that I'm not blind.) I resorted to taking a lot of naps. If I'm not napping I'm playing cars or bey blading with Rance. *he...he...*
The doctor pronounced him A-ok last Wednesday, so he's back at school, busy rehearsing for their Mini-Olympics tomorrow.
