So I still can’t see. The eye doctor charged me $70 on Tuesday to tell me that my corneas are swollen, which is causing the lack of vision, but that he doesn’t know why. Well that, and he give me some $40 drops and forbid me to wear my contacts and to return in two week so I can spend more money. Blah.
So it’s been an interesting week. Work was busy and I wrote an entire proposal yesterday with my face two inches from the screen so I could kinda sorta see what the hell I was writing. I can’t really see through my glasses when my eyes aren’t broken, so I’m a hot mess while wearing them now.
But things are looking (er, not looking) up! Tonight I’m going to a restaurant preview, and tomorrow I’m heading out for a weekend on the Chesapeake Bay. You don’t have to be able to see to enjoy food, drink and relaxation.
Other things that happened this week?
Me failing at wearing pants. Like, hardcore. I just can’t wear them. It’s all wrong. If they fit me around the waste, then they’re too big in the legs and hips. If they fit me in the legs and hips, then I can’t button them. I’m considering having a pants burning party and just torching them all. Die ye evil two legged creatures of hate!
Speaking of pants, Tom picked up a suit he has to wear in a wedding next month and apparently they ordered the wrong size pants. I was in the other room when I heard him grunting and breathing heavily, so I went in to see what he was up to and witnessed one of the best things ever – him not being able to button his pants. He managed to get them done for a few seconds, and then started complaining that he couldn’t breathe and felt like he was going to vomit. Want to know what I had to say about that? YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW! YOU. DON’T. EVEN. KNOW!!! Welcome to my hell, Mr. T.
Oh, and speaking of hell, someone found my blog yesterday by searching “women who look pregnant but aren’t.” I have no words.
The weather has been glorious. Cool mornings for my walk to the metro, and warm non-humid evening for my walk home. Perfect. Can’t it be like this forever?
My dad called me this morning to check on my eyeballs and told me that my grandparents went shopping for headstones yesterday. Sad and morbid? Yes. But when the guy (tombstone salesman) asked my grandpa when he decided to do this, he responded thusly and without any pause whatsoever: Well, about ten years ago but it’s taken my wife this long to get dressed.
I just love him so much. He always sees the humor in things. Shouldn’t we all try to do that more often? He is my inspiration.
A quick update about his heath – he had pneumonia and wasn’t doing too well, but they’ve cleared that up and his energy has been much better, which is great. They took a culture of his biopsied tissue to see if he’s eligible for a pill that would slow the growth rate of the cancer, and if he’s a candidate he has agreed to take that. We’re all praying for that, but I think at this point we’re just ready for whatever comes. Or, as ready as we can be. We just have to stand behind him, no matter what.
So that’s what I’ve been up to. Don’t judge me for any typos contained herein. I can’t see the punctuation no matter how close I get to the screen, so I just have to hope I did it right.