Behold, picture evidence.
The other, the main attraction here, is that this morning, I had the pleasure of waking up with one of my eyes so infected it was shut. It hurts to look at light, it hurts to shut it, it hurts to open it, and in general, it feels as though there is an incessantly-burning flame against my eyeball. Or, as the middle school students I've been observing would prefer, my eyesphericalobject.
I'm sitting here waiting on an eye dr. appointment right now, hoping the frying feeling will dissipate with a nice prescription. Sigh.
However, in the spirit of Thanksgiving, I am thankful that I can open my other eye. And that this is just a little infection and that I will be able to see fine again soon. Some people can't see. I actually could be one of them. But that is a post for another time.
In the end, my fiery eye will not matter when I am dead.