I'm growing my very first ever eye stye. The timing is an utter pisser: tomorrow we're going to spend four days with my parents and the rest of the family, and the following BH weekend we're at the ILs! Either is stressful enough without the addition of a foul great weeping bubo!
And I'm still not quite over flu, coughing like a 60-a-day smoker, and flaking with exhaustion by the afternoon.
And I'm two weeks into a four-week course of ointment around my eyes - exactly where the stye is growing.
It's not fair! Weep! Wail! Groan.