Stye-Me(d)

Ouch. I have a stye. For those who've never had one, it's essentially a pimple on the edge of your eyelid. (oops, hope you're not eating lunch right now). I've had a few in my life - this is by far the worst. It doesn't really look gross, it's just red and a little swollen, but it hurts and itches like H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks. They usually go away in a few days, but in the meantime I'm not supposed to wear eye makeup or contacts.

Yeah, right. Like that's going to happen.

For one thing - no eye makeup? Maybe. I'm not quite that vain that I will self-destruct without my daily dose of Covergirl. But no contacts? I have a 9 month old - I will be wrestling glasses out of her little fingers about every 3 minutes. Plus, I HATE wearing glasses at orchestra. I have these teeny rimless specs which provide no peripheral vision - I can't see the music and the conductor in the same field, so I wind up bobbing my head up and down like a chicken. Perhaps I should get a pair of big, round 80's glasses just for these circumstances?

In happier news, I am the proud owner of a new cello case, about which I couldn't be more thrilled. Not exactly great times to be dropping cash on things, but my last cello case weighed a whopping 17.5 lbs and this one a mere 7.5. Even with my cello in it it weights noticeably less than my old one does empty! My back and shoulder are rejoicing!

Now I just have to line up some gigs to help pay for it!