Cry Baby

For the past six weeks all I do is cry.  

I cry when I am happy.  

I cry when I am confused.  

I cry when I woke up.  

I cried at work.  

I even cried when I was eating cookies!

Call me Mrs. Cry Baby.

So I do the most logical thing.  I tell everyone as tears rolled down my face that I had over active tear ducts and I was going to get a call from Hollywood sometime soon for an automatic crier stunt devil.  I am that cool folks.  For the record it is just tears… it isn't a true sob.  I only do that when I watch Biggest Loser.

Anyways, earlier this week I went to the doctor and forgot to ask her about this issue.  Ironic too because I cried at the appointment.  Instead I asked her about an allergic reaction to nickel.  (If you ever want to pay me please use dimes and quarters :)).  She prescribed medication at Target and today I went to pick it up.  As I was talking to the pharmacist I started crying, which lead to my next question - "How do I stop being a hot mess?!"  Seriously I look like an albino raccoon with large red, chafed rings around my eyes.

The pharmacist looked at my swollen eyes said I had a blocked tear duct!  I was confused because it obviously was not plugged because I have moisture running down my face!  So now I have this cream on my eyes and have hot pads on my eyes.  I look like a hot mess pirate folks.  How embarrassing!  Hopefully this will cease the rivers and Evan can have his emotionally stable wife back!