I PREFER THE TERM 'BLUSH' EYE...

Photo hijacked from Frectis

For those of you that skipped middle school, this is what pink eye looks like, otherwise known as the very sexy conjunctivitis, emphasis on the 'junc' part.  This 'Pink Eye', (which I believe sounds simultaneously both cute and lewd) was caught at the office.  No I was not sharing eyeliner with my co-workers.  The higher-ups decided that now that I am ensconced in my office (with the video monitor,--I don't lie, I mean I do but never to you), that they no longer need to impress me with the idea that I have my own office and have decided to use it for it's original intended purpose--a storage room.  You can't see my head from behind boxes and furniture which makes for the perfect barricade to check my emails, although I do believe my key strokes are being documented.  The downside to this was the amount of dust that comes from hauling priceless antiques into a precarious pile right before my desk.  I really didn't want to go there, but I started to go to my crazy place (housed in my brain next door to the nervous hospital) when I remembered this light read from a Google search:  Where the hell does all this dust come from?' read below...

It is estimated that humans lose 30,000 – 40,000 dead skin cells each and every minute. Furniture fabric, bedding, and clothes release fibers every time they are used or disturbed. Pets also contribute to house dust by shedding skin cells and hair. If your home is carpeted, there are even more fibers being released into the air.

Dust mites can be found nearly everywhere there is dust. They are particularly drawn to mattresses and pillows, where they feed on shed skin cells. Their fecal matter can trigger allergic reactions in some people, and this matter, along with dead dust mites, also adds to house dust.

Now the shedding skin didn't bother me that much, why I can't tell you, but when I rubbed my eyes and they started to swell and pus all I could think about was that I must have mite fecal matter in my orbs.  For someone like me prone to the compulsive side of life this was cause for red alert type thinking a.k.a  Stinkin' Thinking.  I didn't know how I would get it across to the workers that they may need to call 911 because I was being internally poisoned by mite feces. I knew that this wouldn't sound too good if I articulated it, so I held my breath for the rest of the day.  It was the only thing I could come up with under the circumstances.

So this morning I am at work with my Coke bottle glasses, surgical mask and a pretty case of Pink Eye. Is this a sign?