Although I went 32 1/2 years of my life without getting pink eye, just the mention of the stuff makes me break out into a cold sweat. Yesterday I was with someone who told me that her sister had pink eye earlier in the week. The same sister I was going to see in a little while. I had an immediate urge to bathe myself in hand sanitizer. My eyes started feeling funny. And I was paranoid to put my hands anywhere close to my face. And if I accidentally did, my breathing sped up and I felt like I was going to have a panic attack. Okay, some of these things are slight exaggerations. But when the pink eye culprit was in my car, I wanted to yell--Don't touch anything! Just keep your hands folded in your lap and don't move! Don't worry, I am a good hostess and did not want to give this person a Teresa-phobia or a car phobia, so I refrained. But the effects have lingered even into today. My right eye has not felt "normal" all day. I keep checking in the mirror to see if there is any symptoms. Don't worry. Nothing yet. But somehow, I can't quite get over the paranoia. I just wonder how many months/years this paranoia is going to persist. Because it's kind of inconvenient!
Let's see. I am in my thirties and single. I love spending time with my family, friends, reading, playing games, and spectating (but not playing) sports. I was born in Illinois, raised in Georgia, and went to graduate school in Texas. I now live back in Illinois. I work at an agency doing in-home therapy with kids and their families. I attend Bethany Baptist Church and work with AWANA, volunteer in the nursery, and am active in the Career class. My favorite drink is Dr. Pepper (I even like Dr. Pepper Jelly Bellies). Winter is my favorite time of year and in the winter I love to curl up with a good book and a mug of hot chocolate.