The other night I was up past my bedtime — partly due to an evil looking multi-legged bug on the ceiling of my bedroom and partly due to a multi-episode block of Ninja Warrior on my DVR — when my phone rang.  Since it was late, I answered even though the Caller ID said Unknown Caller and I was delighted to hear it was my best friend calling from Shanghai!  She was home from work in the middle of the day because she has pink eye. Pink eye as an adult is weird, I think. It’s like getting chicken pox or having their tonsils taken out after age 15. We talked a bit about how my eye also freaked out on me a few days ago (it is fairly graphic and I will spare you details here) and has been bothering me since and how allergies are sucky and then we moved on to more exciting topics.

The next morning at work I was tired from only 5 hours of sleep but happy because I got to talk to my Tiffaroni, then a friend came in wearing glasses and complaining of eye troubles. After hearing that her doctor said it sounded like pink eye over the phone, I decided that maybe I should have my eye looked at too. Off I trotted to the doc after my shift and guess what.

I have pink eye.

I’ve never had it before and the dr. said it was not the gooey contagious kind (so all of you that I went shopping/movieing/eating/drinking with this week can rest easy), which means I didn’t catch it from anyone, making it even more bizarre. All of these spontaneous pink eyes are cropping up everywhere. Perhaps it’s aliens.  Run for the hills or you’ll be up to your armpits in Martians…

(that one was for you, Coyote and Tones)