There are some things in my genetic makeup that I am very grateful for:
1.) Height
2.) Curly hair
3.) Skin tone
4.) Long neck
5.) Decent metabolism
And then there are some things that really sort of suck sometimes:
1.) Big ears
2.) Freckles
3.) Curly hair (believe me, it belongs on both lists)
4.) Poor eyesight
And...
5.) The tendency to develop cysts under my eyelids, aka chalazions
Thanks for that one, Dad. Really...I thank you for the skin tone, but that doesn't make up for the eyelid issue.
I recently discovered one of these lovely cysts a couple of weeks ago, and instantly started the nightly hot compress rotation, that is supposed to relieve the inflammation, and in some cases cause the cyst to go away on it's own.
Well, unfortunately I've encountered one of these lovely chalazions before...and it didn't go away on it's own. Instead, I had to go to an eye surgeon for removal. Which is exactly what I'm going to have to do again for this one. And let me tell you...the procedure is less than appealing.
Picture this: They have to numb the area. What does that mean? That means the doctor gets to stick a needle in your eyelid to inject the anesthetic. IN YOUR EYELID. They also put numbing drops in your eye, to numb your actual eye. Then, they proceed to put in this little gadget that flips your eyelid over and holds it open.
And then the fun begins.
I distinctly remember, six years ago, when I had the first one removed, what the doctor said to me. "You will see, hear, and smell what I am doing, but don't be worried." Meaning that I SAW the smoke, heard and smelled the burning, as he was frying the hell out of my eyelid to remove the cyst. Quite lovely.
And when it's all over, what do you get? A nice, swollen, bruised eyelid. Just like you got in a fight.
Oh joy...sign me up now.
Although, this option is MUCH MUCH better than the alternative...which would end up with me eventually looking like this:
EEK! NO WAY JOSE!
Song of the day: "Runaway" Kanye West (Ft. Pusha T)
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