Well … its really only my right eye. Iritis is its name, and it’s a real bugger for a writer (or anyone) to get.
My eye looked like I’d been on a bender for a solid month until I started putting all sorts of drops in it.
It’s an interesting exercise walking through life with one eye completely dilated.
This is why I haven’t been around much lately, but I’m hoping that by next week, all will be well, and I’ll have two irises the same size.
“Let every eye negotiate for itself” – (Claudio) – William Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing (II, i, 178)