Yesterday's torture at the eye clinic took FOREVER. I always put my makeup on and do my hair before i go, by the time I leave, I have no eye makeup, if you don't count the blob of mascara that has now collected under my eyes, and my hair is flat. I don't know why I bother. I hate having my eyes messed with, it makes me crazy. Actually, I hate being messed with at all, and I find I have less tolerance for it as I age. Quit freakin' poking me in the eyes with the damned machines, and give me the glasses. Not. Not that simple----no glasses for me, at least no new ones, and contacs....uhhh....NO. Not now, not ever. Shit. I have to go ON, to another Doctor, to a University clinic, to the NEUROLOGICAL OPTHOMOLOGY department. What??? I didn't even know that such a place existed. So, that's how my day went.
Today, I am off to the ICS, yea. Then to the garage. I think I may have a new employee in mind, one that can take most of my hours there. That would be good----.
D left last night, she had been here for almost a week. I miss her. CrazyDog misses her. You never know, she may end up back here until she can get her life straightened out. That would be strange, she has been gone from here for nearly ten years. It would also be quite an adjustment, as she has TWO-(2)-Cats, which I love, but CrazyDog does not. Not at all. It would probably put poor CD in an early grave, plus she still has big 'ol teeth, and would love to sink them into a kitty. Really. I feel a problem brewing, but it can be handled, if necessary. How, you ask? I don't have a clue, yet.
I am taking a huge amount of steroids (prednisone) starting yesterday, for one week. Already I woke up at midnight last night and just laid there, my mind racing a hundred miles a hour, and sweating for no apparent reason. My experience with them in the past has been just that, plus I get sort of psycho on them, difficult to be around, no sleep, etc. They do generally help me, however. So, if that is the case, the crazies will be worth it. At least to me. You'll have to ask H how he feels about it, though. I suspect he feels differently.
I'm off to start my day. I hope yours is great----sunny, warm, slight breeze, tropical drink in hand, waves lapping nearby. Mine won't be that way, but maybe yours will be. Out.