Monday morning. I woke up, groggy, and started getting ready. my right eye was hurting, and I had no idea why. checked it in the washbasin mirror, and realized that although it was open and responding, it was covered with a very evil looking orange layer, with brown spots. I thought to myself: "wow, I can't see through my right eye, and I didn't even realize it!"
I realized a sty is only noticeable because of the physical realization of the eyelid not opening, and I may not even realize if I was blind in one eye, as long as my eyelid worked fine.
since washing my eye wasn't helping, I tried closing my (good) eye and judging my vision. there was none. but if I focused hard enough, I could see stuff. it looked like a dark, blurry version of the inside of my eye. I stared, fascinated by what I saw, a sight which I can't find words to describe.
and then my alarm went off.
I woke up with my right eye hurting.
I immediately went to the washbasin and looked at it.
I had a sty.