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.
So many things.
First of all, I have the same problem with pants. And this whole skinny jean thing, I may as well just be naked. They’re way too freaking tight and no one needs to see that.
HOWEVER, I hope one day I get to witness my fiance struggling to button his pants. That would pretty much just make my whole life.
I also wish I had the option to type this in a super large font so you can read it easier. I hope your corneas get better.
It really was way more rewarding than it should have been. I wanted him to continue to live that moment for like the next month, just so he would know my life.
hahahahaha the pants story is amazing. I hope your eyes are fixed for when I visit so you can see my beaming smile as soon as I see your face!
I won’t be all the way fixed by then, but I’ll get out my magnifying glass if I ned to!!
Not being able to see is the WORST. One of my contacts fell out of my eye when I was at work once and getting through the day was a special kind of torture. I don’t understand why vision insurance is so hard to come by…I mean, aren’t eyeballs sort of an important part of the body? Your grandpa sounds like he is an awesome person! I’ll say a prayer that he’s eligible for that pill.
I have vision insurance. That’s the really scary thing. I can’t imagine what this would have cost without it.
I give you so much credit for even writing this while under the influence of blurmania. Glad to hear you’ll be indulging this weekend.
I’m pretty sure I am legally blind without glasses/contacts so I totally feel you on the blurry vision thing. I’ve inquired about Lasik but the doctor said I’m not a good candidate for that — my eyes are really messed up!
Have a great weekend!
Oh I totally am legally blind, and I’m with you. Astigmatism, it’s a bitch :/
Your grandpa makes me smile. Clearly I now know where your dry humor came from.
I will continue to think of him in my prayers and cross my fingers for the best. 
He’s just the best person EVER!
That eye thing happened to me once. It was so scary…I cried daily thinking I was going blind. I actually had to go to the hospital and get steroid infusions because I was blind as a bat, couldn’t even drive my car. Turns out my optic nerves swelled up from STRESS. Well…that’s embarrassing. My body was telling me to calm the heck down. Good luck with your eyesight!
Wow, that’s crazy! I think mine was either allergies/infection or improper contact fit but stress wouldn’t surprise me. That shit can really do a number on you!
I know that it’s sad but my grandparents bought our family plots and their headstones prior to their death. I think of it as a kindness to those who are left behind, less that the family has to think about and deal with amidst grief.
That’s hilarious about Tom. For real. Men have no fucking clue what we go to to fit into shit. Men’s clothes are so damn simple. Waist size x length. Why do they not make women’s clothes this way? So in addition to having to worry about what will fit my waist vs. legs…I have to worry about length as well. Sucks being a girl.
I guess that’s true. I’d never thought of that. Although I think I just wamt to be cremated and sent into the atmosphere.
And yes, guys have no idea. I took so much joy in it. He was not appreciative, but I did not care. I laughed for an hour.
Buying pants sucks! I have the opposite problem as you. When pants fit in the hips/thigh, they’re too big in the waist. I pretty much have to buy pants designated as curvy and then of course, they stretch out and I get saggy butt.
I couldn’t imagine not being able to see
I feel for ya girl.