4:45 p.m. – What a Day.
So far today I have gone to work, visited an eye doctor, gotten out of working tomorrow because of things eye doctor has said, sat in a parking lot, waited for HEB to fill my prescription eyedrops. Yup, prescription eyedrops. All while placing phone calls because I can’t work tomorrow morning anymore.
I was recommended an eye place by a friend. I was told to go one of two directions. 1.) get the funny older guy with the hilarious accent, or 2.) get the young guy and flirt the hell, because he might not be married. I snag the last appointment for 2 and roll hell out of Gonzales.
Oh the light. It comes in waves. It makes me squint terribly and makes me unable to focus on street signs or the roads or the idiot drivers in front of me. I look like a complete idiot in my car with my sunvisor down and my hand over my eyes shading them when the light sensitivity waves hit. I have to slap myself in the neck in order for me to see straight enough to keep driving.
Why does this kind of shit always happen to me.
Get to doctor’s office.
Get young guy. (Good?)
He seems annoyed that I obviously am some squalled pig and I do this to myself. Clearly I am a disgusting person for having this eye condition that started when I had to stand in the rain for three hours with a bunch of crazy CRAZY people who just were there to run. And he might be right, I hit the port-o-johns a couple of times (or it could have been the four airports I was in, the conference center I stayed at with hundreds of people, or the nasty taxi or shuttle service I encountered). But damn. This is just bumming me out. He starts using really big words that basically translate into “you brought this on yourself because you overwear your contacts AND you’ve contracted some kind of eye virus.”
Sigh.
I think it’s safe to say this whole “trying to live in Gonzales while working in Austin while trying to run and get back into school, OH, and trying to date again” is really wearing on my health. This realization bums me out more than anything. So, great, another hospital visit that would have been much more pleasant if I had come when the problem was small (knee 2006) and manageable (foot 2009)
Why do I let this shit always happen to me.
He then throws me through Bad Eye Bootcamp: I get a couple of different eyewashes. Look, I’m already blind as it is. I have to hold a ‘napkin dam’ on my cheeks as he sprays down my eyeballs with antiseptic drops that are supposed to sting, but don’t (should I be worried?!). Then drops iodine in them. Then blasts them some more. Then drops some steroids in them. Oh lord, please have mercy, I can no longer look down because my poor, red, bloodshot eyes have had enough. Yes, I know you’ve told me to look down, I can’t. Did I mention one of these washes includes him FLIPPING MY EYELIDS UP? Really? My eyes don’t even hurt. They just look bad. Have mercy. And then we dilate everything. Awesome. I am now a ticking timebomb of blindness for myself to get home and sit in a dark cave all night.
We have an awkward conversation about my follow-up because he assumes I work north but I live south. THAT went over well. Apparently I shouldn’t have been there since I live so far south. Well excuse me for working with references.
Why does this shit happen to me.
I finally get home. Yeah, I’m sportin’ those cool eye doctor shades all the way down Mopac, got my cool prescription eyedrops, Because my eyes are dilated. Basically I became a ticking timebomb in which to find a dark cave to hide out in for the next 24 hours… A timebomb against Friday afternoon traffic on Mopac (which surprisingly was not bad).
7:30 p.m. – Why is it still so bright outside?
I’ve eaten dinner (By the way, Wok on Fire on Brodie gets two thumbs up from me), gone through round one of eyedrops, nearing the end of The Forty Year Old Virgin (I could really use my own Seth Rogan, by the way), and already crazy restless. And my sister probably isn’t coming home tonight to entertain me. And my phone is dead, so I can’t play with that, with my wall charger is in Gonzales.
Because I thought I was going to have to work tomorrow.
Don’t even get me started on the “stumbling around blind while Katherine breaks into my house” fiasco yesterday….
Why does this shit always happen to me.
God damn this is going to be a long night.
Yes, TGIF, indeed.
My life is officially boring. Commence remainder of 24 hour stand-off with light.
