If I look kinda toward the right side of my screen I can see OK, but my eye is really milky and blurred. I’m doing just peachy with the keyboard, though:) Apparently my LiveJournal voice posts only worked for a precious few people, so I’ll revisit the updates made there.
I have a tear on my right cornea that is probably a reopening of an old wound inflicted by a very happy and excited Dharma dog a few years ago. Right now there is a contact lens bandage on it and I have to keep my pupil dilated (looks very Delirium to have only one dilated pupil.) Monday the doctor will recheck me and if it’s healing he’ll replace the contact and if it looks bad I may have to have surgery to re-abrade the broken piece and there was some mention of strategically place holes and then I stopped listening, thinking it was better to just stick my fingers in my ears and go “LALALALALA.”
My gut feeling is the increasing milkiness is actually good, being like dead cells that are coming off onto the lens as shiny new cells form beneath. I’m trying to visualize it healing and radiate awesome hippy mama no-surgery vibes but am having trouble focusing (haha!) on meditating. I’ve called in the big guns- a Reiki master Wiccan preistess friend is coming tomorrow to help:)
I’m summoned for num-a-nums, so I’m off to attend to La Birdy.
I still look like I got punched in the eye hard, but the swelling feels like it’s down. The pain is almost totally gone- oh the squee! Can see keyboard pretty well- and the screen for short bursts. The light is an issue- I have to dilate that one pupil so it doesn’t jump in and out of focus and get strained.
There’s a pretty blanket of snow, so work’s closed anyway. I’m pretty sure I’ll bew fine to go in tomorrow. The snow worries me, though, as Bu has to drive home from Pittsburgh.
The most pressing issue now is my utter lack of caffeine in the house. As soon as the Bird awakes, Papaw’s going to run me to fast food joint for breakfast & coffee. And my eyes are wiped out now.
Bloody effin’ hell. Back to the doc. Corneal boo-boo worse. They may have to brillo pad the motherfucker. Funtastic, baby. Clickie for full story.
OK, now I’m leaving the interwebz like a smart person and reasting my eyes. Am bloody bored & uncomfortable. Meh.
Why is the rum gone!?
No virus. It’s the old scratch in my cornea (thank you hyper lovin’ Dharma Dog) reopened. Will heal on it’s own or there are options. Goal now is to prevent infection.
Also, the office visit was $40. Sweet. All my drops and goop are OTC, under $20.
Argh, me hearties. Off to find patch so’s I can drive. Gifts of rum are appreciated, as it would go well with my new piratey attitude as well as the fact that I’ve earned it;)
I spent three hours of my crazy busy day at the Health Plus clinic. That annoying blurry eye thing plus painful feeling like something was lodged in my eyelid was really really bad today. My internal radar was beeping really loudly this weekend. So I borrowed money from Papaw and went to the doctor.
I seem to have a virus eating my fucking cornea, so it’s very good that I listened to my internal beeps. Doctor says I need a specialist, like right now. I ask him if he knows if I go through the low income clinic to get a referral or… and he cuts me off to tell me “No. First thing tomorrow. I’m making the appointment right now.” “But I don’t have insurance.” “Dude,” says the doctor, “it’s your eye. You like having two of them, right?”
So I have droppies for tonight and an early appointment and a small but manageable amount of fear that my eye is REALLY FUCKED. He said it was bad, that I’ve already lost vision in a tone that made me thing that vision isn’t just slacking for spring break and will be back soon but is actually gone gone.
I am as freaked out (and probably more) about an opthalmologist’s bill than I am about an eyeball virus. I am uncomfortable that there was an implication of my having less than two eyes but am comforted that the eye doctor who fit me in early will make it better. And then I am uncomfortable again that I can’t pay and that this is an expensive problem.
It is also annoying that- although I looked smokin’ hot in my fancy dress and nekked of hair legs- I had no smoldering sexy eye makeup to enhance the hotness.
Whoever showed up here after googling “wiccan p0rn,” did you find any? Was their hot Dionysos worship? ‘Cause I always meant to write that but never have.
Sleepy now. Post-a-thon finished.