A Fungus Is Among Us

I recently had my annual eye exam and the doctor had some disappointing news. Apparently, on a scale of 1-5, I scored a 3 in the area of how irritated the inner lining of my eye was. I had been having some issues with my right contact for a couple of days, and figured I better get in to the eye doc and see what the deal-e-o was.

She was all, "you're not cleaning your contacts well enough, and you're overwearing your contacts, and you're never going to be able to wear contacts EVER again if this continues, and are you sure you're qualified to take care of your kids?" whatever.

So I left the eye doctor scared and feeling irresponsible and thinking about how I could go through life wearing my glasses, because let's face it, my eyesight is a notch above legally blind. I've been diligent about cleaning the contacts, although I didn't think I was lacking in that area, so now I'm just manic about the process...thanks, doc. I can't do much about the overuse until I get another pair of glasses, but that day is coming soon.

Today, I was cleaning up the bathroom and wiping the vanity down and such. The boys have gotten into a habit of washing their hands *playing with water*, and they tend to get water up and around my little decorative boxes that are basically used for nothing- oh, except my makeup. Which is limited and almost nonexistent: basically, a couple of mascaras and a makeup brush my mom got me for Christmas one year. Y'all know me and make-up, we meet in passing on occasion. Speaking of which, I met up with a friend one day and felt the need to apply some of the mascara. I casually opened my box, took out mascara, applied and was off. I'm a dream of wife in the getting ready department. This all connects, trust me. I noticed that water had pulled up around my boxes again, and I was attempting to dry down the vanity. And then I wondered if I had any tweezers because what if the boys got a splinter and I needed to take it out. I know, random. So I opened the velvet lined box that held my mascara, (because I figured if I had tweezers that would be the place that I would place them).

Well, looky here.





I promise, it wasn't that bad at the time I applied the mascara. I did notice it was damp, though- I have to admit. I just chalked it up to the washing of the hands)
I guess the water had been getting into the box and slowly caused a growth to start forming. I'm thinking that my eye issues had a little bit more to do with that, and less of me being the worst, most irresponsible patient my eye doctor has.