I have had pink eye for a few weeks now.  A wonderful viral infection that seems to have taken a liking to my eyeballs.  I noticed it one day…which it was hard not to notice my blood-red eyes…and in to urgent care I went.  I took the prescription as directed, and it slowly went away over a week.  Then a few days after that, KAPOWIE, my eyes were back to looking like a tied one on pretty fierce the night before in a smoky bar with only had two hours of sleep.  Back to the drops, manic hand washing, no eye touching, and alas, a steep cost. 

The cost of the prescription: $0.

Now…wherefor is the cost, you may ponder?

Since it came back, the infection could perchance be lying in wait in my makeup.  Darned the luck!  I know it may be hard to comprehend, but I’m a tad high maintenance in the “primping myself” department.  I don’t buy the cheapo stuff anymore, and I know that the makeup companies recommend that you buy new stuff every two months, but I don’t do that.  I just buy usually once a year to replace the well-used stuff, so that isn’t too costly.  However, now all my eyemakeup (shadow, pencils, mascara) needs to go in the trash.  Granted, there are a few items in there that are old, but having to throw it all out so I don’t get another infection is a bit costly.  Yes, my little trip to Sephora was expensive.  (Hubby, just cover your ears and go “la-la-la-la” 🙂 )

I should have a ceremony or something for my poor, poor makeup.  They had a good run, but unfortunatley, bacteria being the dirtly nasty little devils that they are, have cut my poor eyeshadows’ life short.  Ah, life is so cruel!

Who knows how I got it, too.  There were no signs up at daycare (the #1 spot for getting anything infectious).  I’m still going to blame my kids, though.  I think the infection may have began from a curly haired little imp sticking her fingers up her nose and then playing in my makeup.  I don’t have proof of it…I’m just pondering the possibilities here…

The good thing is that no one else in our house gotten it.  Yay for that!  *crossing fingers, knocking on wood, and throwing a big old handful of salt o’er my shoulder*