Holy Eyeball!

So, you've noticed I've been on a bit of a blogging hiatus.  All due to yet another pain in my eye.

Apparently, when I inflicted the scratched-up eye damage from a couple months ago, the damage was done to both eyes.  Problem with that: Only one eye was hurting at the time, therefore, only one eye got treated. 

Sooo, now my previously untreated eye has grown an ulcer large enough to make two grown men eye doctors blurt out hideous noises of fright upon first sight of it.  Large enough to make men whinny, but small enough to only be seen through a opthamolgist's microscope.  (Believe me, I've tried looking for it!)

I'm told it's an atypical ulcer because I'm not writhing in pain.  Apparently, my lack of writhing means I'll need to see a corneal expert if things don't start clearing up by Monday.  That should have been my cue to start "feeling" something torturous, therefore placing my ailment back on the typical scale, but I've always been one to miss my cue.  Maybe I just have a high tolerance for pain and  maybe for that I should be rewarded.  But, seemingly that's not how things work in the world of opthamology.  They like textbook.  I've never been textbook.

 

Strangely enough, ever since I drove away from the doctor's office, I've had the annoying sensation much akin to having a very large man is sticking his very large thumb into the top of my eye.  I'll have to remember to mention that on Monday, just in case it's some backward-to-me sign of progress.

I've been in glasses for about a month now, and you should know how that goes based on previous posts.  Besides still adjusting the the constant weight on my---already weighty---nose,  I'm having trouble getting past the notion that I feel I must dress much preppier than I'd like for the time being.  Glasses equals prep to me somehow, and this is one prep rally that has gone into overtime and needs to be ended real soon!

I keep finding myself on Ebay bidding on cable-knit sweaters that I suddenly feel I need.  (Although, I really could use some new sweaters, since Michigan winters get mighty cold.) I'm beginning to think the ulcer may spreading to my brain.  I keep finding myself stopping for a moment on the busy Cosby-era sweaters, and so have concluded that the hole has swallowed up the 00's and late-90's portions of my cerebrum.  If these eye drops don't start working soon, I may find myself on my next Ebay hunt for this jumpsuit from my past.

I'm the little one.  Don't worry, though, I inherited the bigger version by the early 80's

At that point I'll know the 80's portion has been swallowed up as well and the 70's is sure to be gone next.  That might be my time to start looking for a whole 'nother kind of doctor as well.

Well, my double and triple vision is starting to return now and I can't really tell what I'm typing, so I guess that means it's time for another dose and I'll make it an early wrap tonight.

If you ever hurt/scratch/upset your eye, or if it ever just doesn't "feel right", go to your eye doctor right away!  There's no sense in waiting, unless you too want to see how a hole in the eye can make a grown man whinny. 

And, if you feel so inclined, would you please remember my little eyeball in your bedtime prayers tonight?  It would be much obliged.