My Eyes!
I was in on Monday to the glaucoma doc for a check on the new meds. (Old meds not up to snuff..again). And the technician who took my pressure managed to abrade the cornea of my right eye (either that or it was me putting my contacts in with my eyes anesthetized). Ouch! Night of pain and suffering, followed by return to the docs office to make sure nothing too horrible has been done. Looks like I'm in for a week without contacts and on happy antibiotics.
Joy.
Also, I finally got the gumption to ask K. how exactly she felt about me, since we've been getting *really* close, and the upshot is 'just friends'. Now I have to get over her ...again. See any pattern here? I'm stuck in a disaster rut
Yarha, Deja Blue
PS: K and I are still extremely good friends. We had another 1.5 hour phone conversation last night. Jeez.
