what i tell people is that i’m a wee bit of a hypochondriac.
what i am, actually, is fucking bat-shit crazy.
stomach ache? ulcer.
arm hurts? heart attack.
headache? brain tumor.
lower abdominal pain? ectopic pregnancy.
rash? lupus.
stiff neck? meningitis
fingers hurting? arthritis.
so, as soon as i started having problems with my eyes again…i immediately thought the worst. eye cancer. i’m dying. well…the good news is that i’m not dying. surprise, surprise. but my eyes are. a slow death. no, it’s true.
i have this condition called keratoconus. it’s degenerative. and it may end in a corneal transplant. when i was first diagnosed, i was in denial for a long time. hard lenses? eye disease? what the fuck ever. i’m fine. and then i started having problems. blurred vision. light sensitivity. dry eyes. and then i thought the worst. i’m dying.
well…the truth lies somewhere in between.
i heart my eye doctor so much. he hooked me up with a HAWT new pair of frames. vera wang (i love her purfume and her wedding dresses, so why wouldn’t i love her glasses too) and this awesome eye drop that will help with both the dry eyes and light sensitivity and 6 more months of soft lenses. he said we won’t even discuss hard lenses for at least 6 months. awesome.
so, as i was driving in to work this morning, late, i was driving behind the all-too-familiar suv. silver? check baby on board stick-on? check. and what do you know…random-of-randoms it was miss haley-o and the monkey-o. seriously! just driving down Yonge Street at 9:30 on a thursday morning. CRAZY. i guess i should go in to work late more often…
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