OK, first off: Don't be alarmed by the scary Halloween eye. It feels like nothing and apparently, amounts to nothing as well. But I managed to FUBAR my day as I had all kinds of industrious plans for whittling down my "To Do" list on my last day off until Monday.
Maybe I'm psychic as I predicted on Monday that there would be scant time for frivolity this week...
Trust me, yes, I shrieked when I caught sight of myself in the mirror as I was preparing to move on with my happy little day after having cleaned the house and gotten a handle on the laundry. In a panic, I called Hubby, blubbering incoherently about my bloody eye. (Have I mentioned this has NEVER happened to me?) I guess I've lived the Princess Life up until now. Hubby is one of those "ultra cautious, let's hear what a real doctor has to say about this" types. So off we went to the ER, only to be told $125 later that it was a subconjunctival hemorrage and would likely resolve on its own. Oh, and go see an eye doc. Today. Aaanndd...after an hour at the eye doc and $35, I was told there was 1. nothing I could do about it, 2. no way to keep it from happening again, and 3. It would just go away by itself in a couple of weeks.
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But there is something I can do to ease the stress of the day and try to relax a little:
I'm not ashamed to say I ran to Walgreen's for booze.
WTH, Wednesday?
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