Catching Up

Okay, let's see.

One of the interesting revelations that yesterday brought me was that hey, not only do I find sharing my vacation with K to be somewhat lacking in alone time, so does she! Well, whaddaya know. Really, I should have figured that one out. So this morning, after I got up slowly and attempted breakfast -- not working out for me lately -- I went out and did some errands and things so that she could have the house to herself for a while when she got up. And she wasn't going to want to go to K-Mart with me (where I got those sports tools for the Wii, more on that to follow), or to get my car washed, and so on. We were actually home together for a brief time today, since she went out while I was home, and then I had the other doctor to go to, and then a pedicure, and then she was gone to class.

It also turns out that the edge I was teetering on a few weeks ago is still just under the surface. I let a few things get to me yesterday, although I didn't blow my top and got myself back under control, and I came close to letting someone have it at K-Mart this morning. But that's what made me realize where I am, so I'm working on it. I don't like feeling this way. The near-constant sinus headache is also not helping.

There is a very grungy K-Mart in the town next to B-Town, so I thought I'd make a quick check for the sports pack there, since it's convenient. I made my way into the empty electronics department and started looking around, at which point a male employee, maybe in his thirties or forties, started following me around, saying, rudely, "Hello? Hello? Are you looking for something?" I said I was looking for Wii games and accessories. He pointed me to a wall of games, and then said, again rudely, "The accessories are here" and pointed to another aisle. I found exactly what I was looking for, and asked him -- because he was still following me around -- if I could return it if it didn't work. "No," he said, quite firmly, so I put it back, and said "Why would I buy it, then?" He said that of course it would work, and I pointed to another set and said I had bought that but had to return it because it didn't work. And he said "Impossible."

So I said "Then I guess I'm lying to you. Bye." when what I really wanted to do was rip his smug head off and call a manager over. Fucking asshole. So then I went to another K-Mart in another town, picked up the same item and took it to the cashier, who said that of course I could return it if I wanted to, and that was that. I got it, it works, I was unnecessarily aggravated by an idiot. What was his point, anyway?

I liked the new eye doctor very much. She confirmed the other guy's diagnosis, but gave me stronger eye drops for it. She also explained his whole diagnosis; get this. The doctor had said something I didn't quite get for what I had, so I asked him to write it down. He said his assistant would write it down, and when I reminded her, this is what she wrote on the back of a business card:

Episcleritis
Blepheritis
Trichiasis

I said "I have all three of those?" and she said "Well, in that order."

Excuse me?

The doctor had said one thing -- episcleritis -- and hadn't mentioned anything else, and what was that supposed to mean: "Well, in that order"? Today's doctor explained. Episcleritis is the infection I have, a side effect of which is irritation of the inside of the eyelid, which is blepheritis. The last one, I'm not even typing it again, means I have an eyelash that is growing in towards my eyeball. Which I know; I've had this ever since the brain surgery and subsequent eye surgery (which was done by an idiot and has since been repaired.) Once a year or so, my optometrist removes the bad eyelash. Today's doctor told me what it meant and asked if I wanted her to remove it for me, which of course, I did. Yesterday's guy noted it on my chart but didn't think to do anything about it. (Takes two seconds to deal with.) So yeah, very glad I went to a better doctor. I liked her, and need to follow up with her next week.

R is currently waiting at the airport for a flight to visit friends over the holiday, a flight which I checked online so I know it's delayed. Sucks to be her.

So I had nothing in the house for dinner, and I stopped and picked up a box of frozen White Castle cheeseburgers. There are six in the box, which would probably be piggy of me -- although I've eaten six in one sitting fresh off the steamer; they're very small -- but I'm contemplating four. What's a little heartburn among friends?


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