|not Alexis' actual eye, but close to the "pale flamingo" shade of eye I'm now sporting|
The pink eye is clearing up, though not so quickly as I or anyone treating the condition would have liked. I'm not yet welcome in the public schools around here, so substitute teaching has been a non-issue, although the more I do it, the more convinced I am that teaching is a calling to which I have not been called.
I looked at a color chart on some random website. My eye condition would most correctly be classified as "pale flamingo eye" as opposed to the more classic "pink eye." My pseudo- uncle thinks I should see an ophthalmologist (another pseudo-uncle) because the infection and inflammation should have cleared by now. Since pseudo-uncle #2 the ophthalmologist won't charge anything except in the form of babysitting once the eye has cleared up and I'm no longer contagious, my dad thinks it's a great idea to seek a second opinion. If I ever were in need of some serious cardiac procedure and we didn't have a cardiologist in the real or adopted family, I would be sorely out of luck unless insurance paid 100% of the fees.
I'm seriously considering retiring from the teaching profession. I know that seven days is a rather short career, but I've had just about enough offers of being fixed up for dates with students' fourteen-year-old brothers to last a lifetime. I have a standing offer to work in a lab for anywhere between two and five days per week, and the compensation beats that of substitute teaching by about 100%. I think I'll work two days a week and be a lazy slug for the remaining five. September will roll around soon enough, and the days of my being a lazy slug will seem like a distant dream.
Belated Happy May Day.