Here's Sand In Your Eye... or Mouth or Nose or Ear

Folks keep asking me what is wrong with Reagan's eye. She has some redish/pinkish discoration on her lower eyelid, just under her eye. She's had it for a couple weeks now. It looks like a shiner. It is not. But two mothers at Little Gym asked me about it. It's always a little unnerving when anybody asks about the welfare of your kids, but as man, there is an unsaid, maybe even unthought, hint of an implication that my daughter got that shinner looking thing from her father's fist.

She didn't.

It is some kind of reaction to something. I called the doctor the other day and since it doesn't seem to bother Reagan and since she's going for her checkup in a week or two, they told me to keep an eye on it, no pun intended.

It may have something to do with the patch of dry skin she gets just to the right of her nose, which also mysteriously appeared one day.

I am pretty sure that it also has something to do with her actions in the backyard sandbox. She doesn't play in the sand she dwells in the sand. She'll dive headfirst into the sand like some Arrakis Sandworm. (I am trying to gauge the geekiness of my audience. If you got that reference please leave a comment. Hell, if you didn't get that reference and you'd rather I didn't make cultish, supergeek Sci-Fi references, leave a comment. I am here to please, as far as you know.) But Reagan loves the sand. She must enjoy eating it because when she does her sandworm thing, which she does repeatedly, she comes up with a big mouthful, the sand is all stuck all over her mouth and chin and nose... and her eyes.

To quote Shakespeare, "Ah, there's the rub." (We are geeking out today.) Literally, I think that is what is causing the discoloration around her eye, the act of rubbing sand in it. An act that is gererally self-discouraging, meaning after the first time you do it most folks don't want to do it again. But not my little Bene Gesserit, she knows that "Fear and Pain is the Mind Killer." (Just totally geeking out now.) She loves it.

I have a real good feeling that it is the sand causing the eye thingy. Now, I am not a doctor but I did sleep in a really confortable bed for the last week, and I haven't done that in few years, and since upgrading I have been thinking clearer and mentally alert at all times. It is better than staying at a Holiday Inn. The only drawback are, no "Do Not Distub" signs and I have to make my own continental breakfast.

Reagan goes for her checkup next week. We'll get her eye checked out and fix her up good.