The drops didn't work.
On Wednesday night, since John had a meeting, Jet and I were doing video games. I had to go upstairs to do eye drops, and when I headed back Jet was coming up. He opened the door, yelped and said, "Mom! Your eyes are red and zombie eyes are red, so you scared me!"
Zombie Moms. That's pretty scary, and kind of cool that he'd make that association. *laughs*
My doctor was cool enough to refer me to a specialist today, and the specialist said that my doc was on the right track. The drops he'd prescribed in October were a steroid to get the irritation down and an antibiotic to make sure I didn't get a *secondary* infection, but that it basically was my body that had to fight off the actual virus, and somehow I'd gotten reinfected. My lymph system in my head is all going great guns, so I pretty clearly have an active infection. I have the drops again, and he's going to see me in a week to make sure that the pressure in my eyes doesn't go up far enough to have temporary glaucoma, so that's all to the good as the pressure is borderline at the moment.
So the saga continues. *laughs* In the midst of trying to do the edits... bah. demented_dee has been really, really amazing, patient with all my appointments, supportive in getting me well again, and encouraging when I've been down. So I really, really am thankful for her as well as myJohn and the Jet.