October 11th, 2007


Thursday, October 11

It's all about the bed head baby... :)

Had a good night last night... meeting went well... and we got to visit a bit with a couple of friends.
Tried to take in heroes... but we both passed out on the sofa and ... vanished till the wee hours.

Now the evil news?
My frigg'en eye is dead.
[ :: un-fun picture of said eyeball is here :: ]
Two nights ago, while I was reading to edward, I reached up to brush an eyelash or something out of my eye and BAM!!
Somehow I either shoved an icky bit into my eye (white at the outside edge) or I scratched my eye...
Either way... there's a "bead" of something on the eyeball, it's red... and it's sore. :(

It's always something!!

~ er... white tee... house coat...
~ blue ftls...
~ ug!! quick shower
~ off to optometrist... to see if he can do something for my eye... and if not... the clinic. (total ug!)
~ client work for the rest of the day!
~ it's thursday... survivor... :)
~ to congratulate angryvixen!!! (and circlek too!!)
~ to smile at cynica... smile and wave. :)
~ for hisbeauty to feel loads better...
~ and to send a little peace and love to sunshowers08

The referendum to change the voting process and representation model for Ontario was defeated.
This is great news. :)

dear universe:
please stop with the constant challenges.
I would like to stop and relax just a little bit.

k... I gotta git
and I hope the doc can do something about the evil eyeball!

(no subject)

zoomed to the optomitrist (who is the nicest doc ever...).
He took a look and booked an emerg appoint with an opthomologist.
Off I go to see that guy.
(and because optomitrist dude wrote it up official like, he doesn't have to charge me and arm and a leg... it can just go on our lovely canadian medical plan).
Optho guy takes another look... puts dye in my eye to see better... and tells me I have a friggen hole in my eye.
Seems a bit of dry skin on my finger literally punctured my eyeball (white part) through the second layer (choroid?) when I absently tried to push away an eyelash that got in the edge of my eye. Please pass the Aveeno.

So he pronounced me "alive" and that it will get better in a couple of weeks but I gotta a) take these drops and b) come back next week to check progress.

You simply cannot image how seriously I want to rub my eye right now... rub rub rub rub rub rub rub.... !!!!!!! gah!

(no subject)

And, as we settle down to read...
Ed, sitting on the floor among the sea of random lego blocks, glances around conspiratorially and says;
"You know Dad... you shouldn't ever just say..." (looks around again) "Meow".
"You never know what you might be saying it cat language."