She called yesterday and said things didn't look good. And to make matters worse, we would have to wait another 24 hours to get to know what "didn't look good" really mean. It is really funny, I thought I'd never do it, but I actually cried in the shower. "Think happy thoughts" didn't work. "Gonna eat dark choc after this" didn't work. But finally "How do they spell sodium laureth sulphate" stopped the tears.
Oh and my eyes keep getting irritated these days, the doctor told me my tear-duct was drying up. She was surprised, she told me, because this usually happened when people were a bit older. I was surprised too, especially when she prescribed me tears in a bottle, and told me to apply it to both eyes six times a day. "Be sure to apply it throughout the day, otherwise you could be in a very, very serious condition," she said.
I didn't tell her why I was surprised -- but it was because of this: I am already in a very serious condition, and I think I could very easily supply the needed tears six times a day, without the help of that synthetic clear liquid in a bottle.
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