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I remember being at daycare and throwing up onto the floor at three years old. I was sitting in a chair in a corner by myself, so before any adult had seen what happened, my little brain took a mental picture of my vomit. I don't recall what I had eaten that day, but my throw up looked like mashed potatoes with pepper sprinkled on top. That anecdote may seem gross enough, but later that same day at the doctors office a nurse stuck a swab up my nose while I was sitting on my mom's lap, and I threw up again because of the sensation of having that long swab stuck far up into my nasal cavity triggered my gag reflex. This time it was pure red liquid because of the red kool-aid I had while in the waiting room. It got all over the nurse and onto my mom's plain white tennis shoes, shoes that I don't think she ever got to wear again after that day. Funnily enough, that would not be the only time in my life where I threw up red kool-aid onto my mom's shoes, but that's a throw up story for another day.
I'm reminded of all this because this morning I woke up feeling like I had been punched in the face. My right eye feels swollen and bruised, and so I looked in the mirror and found what seems to be a blocked tear duct. I'm quite sure this isn't life threatening, but I still googled it to see what the cause could be. The article I read said that it's probably just occurring because I got something in my eye at some point, but I couldn't tell you what I've come into contact with that would be causing this. The article also said that it could be a bacterial infection, and that if it was then I would be running a fever. I went looking for a thermometer and ended up finding a relic from my childhood. Because on that same day that I threw up peppered mashed potatoes and soaked a nurse in red kool-aid, my mom had bought a thermometer to monitor my temperature. I remember standing in the aisle of a CVS with her while she picked out a bright yellow thermometer with spongebob's face next to the on/off button. Seventeen years later we still have it, and so I turned it on and stuck it under my tongue.
It beeped at me about a minute later, and the screen read 100 degrees, which is low-grade, but still a fever. I guess I do have a bacterial infection.
There is no point to this story, I just felt inclined to write about it while I waited for the thermometer to read my temperature.
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