I placed a warm rag on my eye and heard the most amazing, gratifying, and pleasing POP. Finally, my sty Harvey had decided to give up and ooze away!!! “Die,” I yelled out into the bathroom mirror.
Harvey gave me one of the worst weeks of my life. I was getting questions all week long like, “Do you have allergies?” “Did you get in a fight?” “Is that herpes in your eye?” “Gross, is that a sty?” It was awful. I tried to hide away in my house as much as I could. I pretended my house was a bell tower and I was yelling “sanctuary” while talking to my gargoyle friends – yep, I looked just like Quasimodo. But now, it’s finally going away and I can go back into public. Thank God!
Goodbye Harvey. You will not be missed.