Canary in a coal mine

I feel sorry for my left eye, really I do. Like any biological indicator of the health of a larger system, my left eye is in sad shape lately. Let me explain.

When I have a horrible headache, it is accompanied by eye pain. It becomes difficult to see, and I experience a throbbing behind my left eye.

When I am under a lot of stress, my lower eyelid twitches. I'm not kidding. I wish I was, as I fear this makes me look crazy.

Finally, when I cry too much, I get a mother-freaking sty. Always in my left freaking eye.

Really? Really? In the past week, all three of these things have happened. Maybe this is an indicator that I need more sleep. G'night.

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