Floating Eyeball
Have you ever felt like you could hit yourself on the back of the head, and your eyeball will come flying out? No? You don’t know what you’re missing. I have had this feeling and urge all day, even though I know that my eyeball is very securely attached (I can hope, motherfuckers, I can hope). It is, however, seeming to sink back into my skull just a bit further than it did pre-meningitis. I went to the doctor today, and, after blood test tomorrow, will be scheduling an appointment with an opthamologist to see if there is anything we can do about this crap. On top of all this, I am pretty sure my prescription has changed.
Though, it would be kind of fun to pop the eye out, say, “Hi! How you doin? Nice to see you,” then pop that fucker back in. A great way to break the ice, right? Or maybe a great way to get a restraining order out against you. Either way…
8/11/11
PS: Visit my weight loss blog, where I talk more about the doctor’s visit. I also wouldn’t say no to more people cheering my fat ass on! It’s time to celebrate the incredible shrinking (I hope) Becca!
http://theincredibleshrinkingbecca.blogspot.com/
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