Toads-in-the-Hole

Our Main Street ophthalmologist examined Adelaide’s eyes last Friday. Adelaide had lots of fun looking into flashing lights and playing “peek-a-boo” with the eye doctor. She determined that Adelaide’s baby vision is right on-track (a little far-sighted, which all babies are until they reach school-age). Then, Adelaide had fun crawling around on the optometry equipment while I had my own terrible vision examined (for the first time in three years). We both were sent home with a clean bill of eye health, me with a prescription for new contact lenses, and Adelaide with an invitation to return again when she’s three or four.

A mere three days and nights later, on Sunday, I noticed that Adelaide’s right eye was looking a bit pink at that triangle-shaped fleshy bit near her nose. I mentioned it to Joel, who barely looked up from his leisure reading (The Shakespeare Wars), and mumbled, “Yeah. It’s supposed to be pink.”

The following morning, Monday, Adelaide rolled over from sleep wearing clumps of crusty goo on her eyelashes and a brilliantly-colored snotty nose. I called Joel at his slave labor and said, “I think I should take Adelaide in to see the doctor.” Joel replied, “She’s probably just rubbed the snot from her nose all over her eyes while she slept. Let’s wait and see if it gets worse.”

So, we waited ... Until the next morning, when Adelaide awoke with even more crusty goo on her eyelashes and goo floating around on the surface of her eyes. Without hesitation and without Joel’s opinion, I called Adelaide’s doctor and scheduled an appointment. After a pleasant, but visit to the clinic, a verdict was passed. Yup, just as Mama (the new clinic nurse) suspected ...

We have pink eye. Don’t come over.