by Andrea Mulder-Slater It all began several mornings ago. Geoff (hopeful): “Are you winking at me?” Me (indignant): “I’m not winking at you. I just woke up. I’m half asleep.” Geoff (disappointed): “You’re eye is completely shut. Don’t you feel that?” I walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My left eye looked tired, bag-ridden and wrinkled. Perfectly normal. However, my right eye - up to my eyebrow and down to my cheek - was far more swollen than usual. Like a grapefruit. Or a puffer fish. My mind raced as I tried to determine why I looked like I had just lived through ten (okay two) rounds of a boxing match. Did I doze off on a wasp? Did I sleep-punch myself in the head? Really, anything was possible. I have a tendency to worry fret freak-the-hell-out and so, I decided to calm my fears by self-diagnosing with the help of the Internets. Because, only good things can come from Googling symptoms at six o’clock in the morning. Am I right?
