The eye doctor told me the pain is apparently the result of bruising of the iris during the eye surgery. He gave me numbing drops to keep my eye from hurting till I see the surgeon in my followup appointment Wednesday.
^^oh, good. I’m glad you saw a doctor. So funny. I was thinking about you earlier today. Both of my eyes are itchy. Allergies.
I hope you heal well from here.
Thank you. Still have my regular surgery postop appointment Wednesday.
Rick, you do NOT want to wait until Wednesday. This is NOT a normal response. Call them. ASAP. I mean it.
(Durrr… I didn’t read the whole thread. Glad you got it checked out)
If you’re not still using the clear eye shield, you might want to restart; if your eye is numb, you might injure yourself by accident.
Our mini horse’s allergies kicked up so much yesterday she couldn’t eat her food. It’s the weather; I can barely breathe this shit myself. Husband stayed home with her today to do what he can, which is really nothing. Miss Sugar, if you could just not breathe for a week or so until it cools down, that’d be great…
Tomorrow my FB feed will be filled with pictures of the twin towers with “never forget” or worse, anti-Muslim hate speech. Good Lord, nobody who was old enough will never forget it, why do people insist on telling us not to forget when it is impossible to do so? I get more sick of the recreational grief every year.
I got to see a new one this year…a relative posted a screen cap from an iPhone (not sure if it was hers or not) with alarms set for the times of each tower strike, tower collapse, and plane crash.
Last June, we were driving through New York State - along I-88 or something - and were briefly behind someone whose bumper sticker told me all I needed to know about the driver.
“All I needed to know about Islam, I learned on 9/11”. :smack:
“Hide this post” is a wonderful feature. I’ve been using the hell out of it on FB all day.
And all you needed to know about the driver, you learned from his bumper sticker.
“All I need to know about Christianity, I learned from the Crusades”
Says this Christian.
Too many tangles with bureaucracy. I had to call my health insurance company for some information, wound up hearing “Oh, I’ll be happy to help you with that” too many times. (Most of them couldn’t.) Had to input my ID number twice, along with my zip code, birthdate, and God knows what-all else. Even after that I had to “verify” some of this info with one of the representatives. I get needing to make sure I am the person I claim to be, but this does seem like overkill.
Then I was trying to pay a store credit card. What date would you like to make the payment? it asks. I tell it today. Then it wants to know the amount, and what account I will pay it from, and a couple of other things, and when I agree that everything is fine and it’s time to submit the payment a little note appears: “It is past 5 pm on the day you specified. You may not submit a payment past 5 pm and have it credited to your account on this date. Please return to the main page and indicate a different date.” What, you couldn’t tell me the moment I clicked on today’s date that no, this date was off limits?
Blagh.
That reminds me of the time I had to fill out an online government form, I think it was for Medicare. It was a very long form that took over two hours to fill out, ending with an electronic signature. It asked for my middle initial. Well, I don’t have a middle name or initial, so I left it blank and hit “enter.” I got an error, flagging the middle initial box. So I attempted to put an X in the box. But no, I had already hit enter, so the entire form was locked. I had to call them and input the entire form for them all over again, by phone, spelling out every single answer. But before I began, I explained to the woman that I don’t have a middle name.
Earlier this month, my daughter was holding my 14 year old cat, who has arthritis and does NOT like his feet or legs touched. But his nails were curling under into the pads. So she held him while I tried to clip. I warned her, ‘he will struggle, do you want me to wrap him in a towel or something?’ No, no, just clip his nails. Son of a gun, I was on the last nail and he BIT her with one of his few remaining teeth (he had to have most extracted at the vet). She shrieked, ran into the kitchen dripping blood, and drove right to the Urgent Care. Was there all afternoon, of course. Furious! But I TOLD HER SO…So a couple weeks ago, I’m sitting on the couch next to the cat, fumbling around for the tv remote, and moved him aside with my hand. Son of a gun, he bit ME this time, in three places!..It was midnight, so I went to the same Urgent Care with a swollen hand and a red line going up from the worst bite. Intravenous antibiotics, tetanus shot, x-rays, two prescriptions of antibiotics to take that almost killed me with side effects, 6 HOURS sitting around, and a big lecture on not waiting after a cat bite…
What in the fuck is wrong with people who insist on making a point by touching my nice, new computer monitors with their grubby hands?? :mad:
(Also, it took myself and another engineer several minutes to convince the grubby-pawed guy that the “half-inch gap” he kept touching on my screen was, in fact, a half-inch flange.)
Damn all shortcut-taking contractors to hell and back. The people who renovated this old house generally did a pretty good job, but when it came to drawer slides, they went cheap. Metal slides, but plastic brackets, which fatigue and break over time. This is about the tenth set I’ve had to replace, and it’s a total pain the ass, as it’s all hands and knees work.
First, you have to pry the old brackets out, which they attached with at least six staples (not screws, naturally) each, and without accidentally pulling the mounting strip off the back of the cabinet. Then get the new metal brackets installed, which is nowhere as easy as it sounds, even on the tenth go-around, as it requires torquing your back and trying to get both arms into a constricted space (one hand to hold the bracket, the other to operate the screw gun). Since this has to be done on both sides of the drawer, and assuming that one is not ambidextrous, one side is going to be relatively easy, while the other one is going to be a royal bitch. I’m halfway done, and will now tackle her royal highness.
That always pisses me off when i enter all of that information in an automated system but it doesn’t carry over to a real person that the automated system verified me & I need to answer the exact same questions again. :smack:
On Sat afternoon we went to a regatta. After the races were over we were walking around a bit, we were on the pier. There was a woman walking her dog on the beach; it did it’s business, she looked around & then walked away, thru some of the kids playing on the beach. She walked back to her ‘area’ about 10 chairs & some coolers. There was only one other person there at that time as the awards ceremony was going on. I walked over to one of the cops on duty & we point her out to him. By the time he walks up to her, she is no longer in her ‘area’ & has a different male with her. I keep my distance but am close enough to watch, probably 30 yards away.
The guy then comes storming over to me, “Dog shit?!? You’re pissed off over dog shit? Why don’t you show me where it is so I can clean it up.”
Me: “Over there on the beach; she was with the dog, she knows where it is.”
Him: <Cursing> Dog shit. <Cursing>
At this point security comes over & takes him away, back to the cop he was just talking to. I left but I sincerely hope his outburst got him at least one ticket, either pooper-scooper &/or disorderly conduct. Seriously if you’re not going to make any attempt to clean up after your dog in an area where kids are playing you deserve whatever tickets you get, & don’t be mad at me, be mad at your wife/GF/SO/friend who didn’t bother to clean up after the dog.
My sister mailed me the final check from my dad’s estate over the weekend with a receipt that I had to sign, have witnessed and mail back. I signed it, had it witnessed, and stuck it in the mailbox yesterday.
This morning I’m heading out of the driveway to go to work and notice that the mailbox is open and the flag is still up. I noticed as I drove past it that it looked empty. I spun around in the driveway of the development across the street and went back up to my driveway. Yup. Empty.
Fuckin’ mailbox thieves stole my receipt. Now I have to get my sister to mail me another one. I’m just glad that they didn’t get the check.
Y’know. A guy can do ALL THE STUFF, even a lot of really cool stuff (along with the boring, but necessary, stuff)…and it’s just a matter of time before it’s just.
Normal. To everybody around him. Just the normal order of things.
And I haven’t used the phrase “taken for granted” in this situation, because I don’t take it lightly. I’ve been there. But I’m on the verge.
Time for a break. I’m going to finish fixing up a bike, and re-build an engine on a dead tiller I picked up off the curb a couple summers ago.
Need to recharge and do some stuff stirictly for me.
Well done for stopping before you hit the verge.
When you’re recharged, let us know what’s up.