So, now that we have a cause is there ANY chance of a cure?

Last week the saga of 13′s eye entered its millionth rerun.

Okay, maybe that is an exaggeration but not by much, however, treatment was sought and seemed to work. In fact, although Hub was sceptical over the strength of the dose the antibiotics worked wonders. It isn’t often you can see an improvement in the space of minutes. As each hour passed on Friday the eyelid steadily deflated and the acne, which was a nice little bonus.

On Saturday the eyelid was normal, which was a great relief, not only because we were worried about how 13′s vision might be affected but because it was her respite night as we didn’t want her to miss going.

Sunday morning we had a moment when we wondered if there would be ’phone call, it didn’t happen.

I had a foolish thought. I know, I should know better, NEVER get your hopes up, that is just asking for trouble.

I was wrong, deluded, it won’t happen again. It’s ok, you can insert your knowing laugh here, Monday morning and the eyelid is up like a puffball again.

Time to turn to google, it knows everything.

I, with all my years of medical school, and the google, that knows everything, decided this was a blocked tear duct and there would be nothing for it but a trip to the hospital to have a new hole made and a balloon inserted.

It was all the news I needed to make my day go with a flump.

We got a doctor’s appointment for this afternoon. It’s an infected eyelash follicle, no lasting damage will be done, no need for balloons (which is a good thing as I have a phobia).

The second piece of good news is, it isn’t contagious so there is no need to keep her home from school, unless the swelling is enormous.

Now, if we could just have a cure that LASTED and not play the Is It or Isn’t It game every morning, dreading to look at her eye, knowing we have no other option.

I might even get the rest of this blessed essay written.