“Wake up! You need to take your son to urgent care!”
That’s what I woke up to my first day in Hawaii.
“It looks like he has pink eye!”
My sister is a nurse, and when she declares something health-related, I listen.
But where is there Urgent Care on the island of O’ahu?
I quickly do a search on my phone, make a call, and load up Gavin in my rental car for inspection at Urgent Care.
I look at myself in the rear view mirror and discover something surprising. . .
My eye is swollen too!
Aren’t we a pair.
Then Gavin points it out.
Closed on Sundays.
And (of course) it’s Sunday.
So I take a GOOD LONG LOOK AT GAVIN’S EYEBALL.
The lid is red, but the eyeball is nice and normal.
Probably NOT pink eye.
“What do you say we give it a day and see what happens?” I ask him.
He agrees, but will my sister.
Luckily Lisa agreed too, but asked for us both to pick up and take some Benadryl.
So we did.
And wouldn’t you know it. . . like magic, our swollen eyes took a chill pill and started to relax and look normal.
I believe it was my birthfather who upon seeing our swollen eye picture on Facebook coined the phrase, “YOU’RE ALLERGIC TO HAWAII!”
And indeed, it appeared that we were.