The Moldovan eye specialist was a short little man wearing what I swear to God were women's glasses--complete with pink frames that didn't fit his face. Allowing him to JAB a metal rod into my eye was one of the most horrific experiences of my life. It might have been compounded by the fact that he didn't speak Romanian or English--only Russian--and also didn't warn me of the upcoming trauma.
It was more terrifying than painful...but I needed Valium for that second appointment. And I shot of whiskey.
Funnily enough, Leaky Eye Syndrome didn't turn out to be pink eye or an issue with my nasal-lachrymal canal--it was a simple allergy to chicken feathers. See, my pillow was made out of chicken feathers (that my host mom plucked herself) and I always slept with the right side of my face smooshed into the pillow. With 1 minor allergy drop a day and a new pillow, my NINE MONTHS of eye drama was over. Oh, and when the AMERICAN eye specialist realized it was an allergy, I allowed him to cut off my wart/cyst. It hasn't come back, thank God.