blindness

I've been a little blind lately. And I don't me metaphorically.

So I have this little defect with my left eye that has been worsening each year since my childhood. It doesn't close all the way, which is fun cuz it really creeps people out from time to time, and it droops a bit and gives me away any time I'm tired or have a migraine or whatever. But really it's no big deal; I just use some oil based drops before bed.

But sometimes I bug Husband because I wake up in the night in pain with a scratch. Whatever, lots of drops for a couple of days. All better.

Did I mention the chronically dry eyes? Oh yea, I have those too.

So Wednesday I attended a beautiful birth. Which is so wonderful and I absolutely love being apart of such a special day for families. Except I get REALLY tired. Not as tired as the new momma and daddy of course, but still very tired. After a long day away, I had dinner with my lovelies, I put the Princess to bed, showered, and snuggled up with Husband on the couch for a few minutes. And then I went to bed. At 7:45pm. Lame, I know. Don't judge.

So around 3ish in the morning, I wake up with some serious eye pain. Husband does the usual check, "are you alright?"
"No, I scratched my eye"
"get some drops."
"will do. Love you husband. Go back to sleep."

So as prescribed ;) I get my eye drops and go a little heavy. Then wait ten minutes and add some more before returning to bed.

I get up to realize that it's not the eye that normally gets injured. Hmm... whatever. Continue regimen

By Saturday I'm in excruciating pain and realize this is bad. I can barely see, ice pick style headache, my face is swelling up. AWESOME.

After 3 days of a happy percocet comma and the crappy ER doc eye drops I head into the eye doc. Yup, my vision has reduced to 20/50 and lots of fogginess. So that's just great.
Can't drive. Wonderful.
Now I've got this icky bandage lense on for 7 days and my eye is dilated for 3-5 days so that it will quit straining to focus. Which is all well and good except that means I have to cover the culprit eye to be able to read. Or type. Or facebook.

Being blind (all or partially) SUCKS.

End of whining and complaining.

In other news, the chickens have decided they prefer roosting in the citrus trees instead of their coop. Hope no cats catch them in the night.

Oh, and that reminds me... I'm not going to have any citrus survive to ripeness (is that a word?) if my little Monster TD doesn't quit picking it to use as balls to play fetch with Betsy or "bowling for chickens." Bowling for chickens is kind funny to watch...

The End.