Missing the days when I only had pink eye

[grrgoyl]

Well, as my sister promised the bloody-looking part of my eye is getting darker before it gets lighter. I've been told from a distance it looks like my entire eye is black. Being a nurse, my sister's helpful advice for avoiding this problem in the future is to try vomiting with my eyes closed (I was actually calling for medication tips). I said I could see why she was a nurse and not a doctor. It is kind of cool, like when people are put off by it and can't even look at me while talking. I win the staring contest every time. But then at other times I forget about it, since I'm not looking at it. So the lady behind the counter at Marble Slab Creamery (not to be confused with "Cold Stone Creamery," though really I don't know who they think they're fooling) regarded me even more warily than I am normally used to. I was mystified by her darting glances until I remembered: oh yeah. I look like a freak. But I mean, it's not like a bruised eyeball is contagious or anything.

My co-workers' reactions were mixed. MyFriendDeb asked me, "Ummm, is your eye bothering you?" And the pharmacist this morning asked if everything was okay, as if there were a possibility I wasn't aware of it (he also mentioned the chance that I might have a permanent pinprick of color left in my eye after it heals. Which would be awesome, though I'd rather just have a permanently dilated pupil like Bowie).

It will work against me this week, when my personal project is getting the crackwhore fined again for her barking dogs. They are getting out of control again. I realize bad pets are only the result of bad owners, but when I think about those dogs the words "pellet gun" come unbidden to my mind. Especially around about 2 a.m. when they wake me out of a sound sleep and then keep me up for an hour. I've written a very eloquent complaint, but I think it could bear some backup from my other irritated neighbors. I had resolved to go door-to-door in support of this campaign, but then remembered I resembled a Sith Lord, as another coworker put it. So I either have to put it off or invest in an eye patch. Or try to pass it off as evidence of all the sleep those stupid mutts are depriving me of. >: (

Comments

[ridiculicious.livejournal.com]

That is some violent puking you endured. Jesus.

[grrgoyl.livejournal.com]

Yeah. It really reinforced my dislike of throwing up.

[mooselet.livejournal.com]

An eye patch would look fabulous, I think. But in the meantime, what about wearing sunglasses?

The crackwhore is sure taking her sweet time moving out. >: (

[grrgoyl.livejournal.com]

sunglasses might work. except my neighbors get home at dusk and wearing sunglasses that late might look shifty.

Yeah, she's fixing her place up into something really special... new tile, new sink, new cabinets, new windows, new doors, new carpet. We're just afraid she'll never get a buyer to pay what it will be worth and be stuck still living there.