Do your eyes hurt? Because they're killing me.

Y'all. I have a cyst on my EYEBALL. Well, sort of. I don't really know if it's classified as a "cyst" per say, but it is a clear, fluid filled, something icky resting on my poor right eye. I am a little freaked out about this. Said freaked-ness can be illustrated in following conversation that I had with my dad, the lung doctor. Disclaimer: I may have the slightest flair for the dramatic.

Me: I HAVE A TUMOR ON MY EYEBALL.

Dad: Riiiiiiight. Like the pulmonary embolism you had in July that turned out to be heartburn?

Me: NO. This time it's serious. I don't want to freak you out or anything, BUT MY EYE IS EXPLODING.

Dad: Pulmonary embolisms aren't exactly fodder for comic relief.

Me: No. My eye is STINGING. AND with the lumpy ness and the clear ball that is on my EYE.

Dad: Right. Well, come on up to the office and we'll have a look. But hey, run to Starbucks and get me one of those latte things first.

Me: Sigh.

So, I went. And he looked. And he asked me if I'd quit wearing the three hundred dollar sunglasses he and my mother had given me for Christmas because it appears that my eyes??? Have been damaged by the sun!!!!!! EEEEK! So, the eye doctor was called all "beep beep stat." But he was in surgery. So I'm back home, waiting to hear what exactly is the matter with my eyeball. Trying not to freak out........a lot.