My laptop keeps heating up and crashing. I’ve been very responsible about backing up my work, and I have a Netbook for emergencies… but the situation is still annoying. And my
frugal wallet keeps sneering at the upcoming expense. Yesterday, I went to see
the ear, nose and throat doctor right after the second computer crash of the day.
So I was already mildly pissed off when the physician informed me that he had
to cauterize the inside of my nose, in order to treat a recurrent nosebleed
Have you ever experienced the joy of getting one of your nostrils seared? I hope not. Even if I don’t like you, I still hope you haven’t dealt with that burn. The procedure left the bit between my nose and left cheekbone twitching in retaliation. Or maybe it was outraged on behalf of the eyeball right above it, which felt like it was about to melt out of its socket.
Yep, most of yesterday sucked royally. You’re probably thinking, Poor witchy woman! What a horrid day you had!! But nope; my day ended fantabulously!!!
How? Well, I also saw my ophthalmologist. He told me that my eyeball was healing, so I could stop dilating it twice a day. If you’ve never kept one of your eyes dilated for an extended period of time, you might not understand my current state of bliss. Eye pain is quite terrible, but in my case the real torture is the extreme discomfort caused by blurry vision, sensitivity to light and the headaches. The news that I was going to be able to read—even if just for a few minutes—without having to hold the book five inches in front of my face made my day. Scorched nostrils and traitorous laptops be damned!
I messaged my Piano Man as soon as I found out about the no more dilation bit. I might have been giggling too loud while I was typing the text because everyone around me kept on staring. Then again, it could have been all the cotton plugging my nose… Anyhoo, I went home ready to celebrate the return of my regular-sized pupil; to rejoice because my eyeball is no longer inflamed; and to do a little dance for the retreat of the white spot that has been clouding my vision for way too long. And I did dance. I also shrieked with delight when my Piano Man got home carrying gifts.
He gifted me the first volume of The Graveyard Book graphic novel. My mother-in-law sent me a pair of froggy salt and pepper shakers (I can’t look at them without giggling like a loon). And a musician, who works with my Piano Man, sent me an M48 Apocalypse Tactical Axe. Neil Gaiman yum for my reading pleasure, frogs to spice up my day and a sexy tomahawk to make my inner warrior bang her chest and roar! Yep. Life is good… even with an eyeball that refuses to pull its weight.
Of course you can have a closer look, my Luvs. Here is my new toy… No, that’s not blood: