pink it's not even a question

8:00: Wake up.
8:05: Go to the mirror. Pry eye open. Wipe away disgustingness.
8:05-8:10: Cry.
8:10: Read blog. Read Dr Mary Kate & Ashley Olsen's diagnosis.
8:11: Google "pink eye."
8:12: Pull on Uggs & sunglasses and go to Urgent Care Health Services.
8:12-8:20: Waiting room.
8:21: "Hello, I'm Doctor Brown. Wow. That is quite a case of conjuctivitis!"

Thank you, Beet. For the record, yesterday I spoke with 1 Medical Student-To-Be, 1 Doctor Currently In His Residency, and 1 Full-Fledged Doctor. Not one diagnosed me with pink eye. Charlabeet did.

I want to die. Of course, this would be the week that I would get diagnosed with the disease that I most abhor.

I feel like a leper.