MY EYES! MY EYES!!!!!!

***Update on the FREAK Eyes****
They are looking a little better today - less red, more flaky looking though. I am praying that they will be even better tomorrow and that my 'vanity' will not keep me from getting to go to church. Did I mention I love church?!? I also love my makeup and without it I look semi-dead. If they are still no better than they are now by 7 am then Iwill stay home in the morning and hopefully slip in the back pew for tomorrow night........we shall see. Until then, I am spending a beautifully sunny Saturday in my kitchen working on crafts for the Preschool Valentine's party at church on Wednesday and for the Valentine's part at Lake's school on Thursday. Have I mentioned that in our new house I will have my own craft, present wrapping, sewing, card-making room? Hubs just told me this morning that I need to draw out the design so the builder can start building the shelves. Yep, God is good ALL THE TIME (even with my freaky eyes) ALL THE TIME! Can I get an AMEN? Hah---lay---looo--yaaaaaaa!

"Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity". Ecclesiastes 1:2

Okay, so do you guys remember back in college when you were required to take 'Personal Health' class? Remember the book that showed pictures of all sorts of diseases? Those pictures always grossed me out! I could literally throw up at pictures of things like cauliflower ear and other anomalies like that. What in the heck is that junk anyway? YIKES!! There is a reason I am not a nurse - my stomach couldn't handle it. I was a candy striper at a local hospital for about 2 months. That two months as a candy striper brought my future as a nurse to a screeching halt. One of my jobs was to refill water and ice containers for each of the patients. While I was in a 2-person room one day (the room was divided by a curtain) I was filling a water container and a man with a trach-tube grabbed my leg through the curtain - he was yelling at me and I freaked out - I screamed and ran out and never went back. (Give me a break I was 15!). Needless to say I was not called to nursing. The smell of a hospital makes me gag every time.

But you get my point that I have a weak stomach. Right?

So, anyway, this past week I have noticed that the skin on my eyelids was very dry and red. I have used vaseline, neosporin, lotions, etc. etc. in an effort to make the redness and dry skin go away. Yesterday, both my eyes were not only red, they were swollen - alot. I dealt with it and covered it up with makeup (I know not the best idea, but I had places to go, people to see! Like being at my son's school, taking him for a haircut and his basketball game). So, last night, I made the command decsion to take some Benadryl and go to bed. I woke up this morning and my eyes were not only fiery red, they were swollen shut! I am talking "Night of the Living Dead' . Hubs said I looked like Marylin Manson (well he said Charles Manson first - we arent that schooled in freaks, ya know - as I stood there for a minute trying to figure out why I looked like Charles Manson, he said "No, not Charles, ummmmmm that freak that puts red paint on his eyes......). Now I have never seen Marylin Manson, but I know he is not someone who I aspire to look like.

Moving right along................

I went to the doctor and it seems that my skin is so dry that the top layer has come off and I have had an allergic reaction to my makeup or moisturizer. So, three steroid shots and lots of embarrassing 'sunglasses indoors' moments later, I still have swollen red eyes and cannot wear makeup for 5 days (yes FIVE DAYS - guys, I aint pretty without it). I literally wore my sunglasses in the doctors office, in the car, in the drug store, and in my house. I answered the door today with my sunglasses on. Hey, sometimes you gotta weigh your options. It was either scare people to death or make them think I am weird. I chose weird. I talked to my dad on the phone today - yes, he reads this blog (someone help him figure out why he cant post comments). I was telling him that our church is starting revival with Bob Pittman this Sunday thru Wednesday. I told him that I wouldnt be able to go if I wasnt better. He told me that I was being 'vain'. Yep, he went there. Vanity is a strong word, but unfortunately might be fitting in this particular instance, but I am also thinking of the poor people who will be forced to look at my freaky self. Did I mention that my arm where I got the shots feels like I have been holding a 400 lb weight for a week? How anyone could get addicted to steroids, I will never know!

So, against my better judgement, and only because I know you all are my true friends, I am posting a couple of pics of my 'Bride of Frankenstein' face. I have to say these pictures make me look much better than I really look in person. They fail to show the true blood red color on my eyes and they do not do justice to the extreme swelling. I posted a normal pic of me above so you would remember that I dont always look like this and so anyone new to this blog would not be scared to come back. But I am only posting this picture so that you ALL can answer this question:

Should I go to church and endure endless stares and answer everyone's questions or should I stay home until it is less noticeable? What would you do?

This morning

This evening - remember I cant wear makeup for at least 5 days! Help!