Day 2 of My Medically Imposed Blindness

Maybe that's a bit harsh. It might be more like "medically suggested blindness".

I don't think I've gone this long without my contacts in since I got them. As evidenced by the fact that the prescription in my glasses is about six years old. The old prescription usually doesn't bother me, since all I ever really use my glasses for is to walk from my bed to the bathroom and back. And I only do that because Coach is really bad about closing the drawers on his dresser.

I've got to tell you, I really hate them. And not just because I can't really see out of them. I've gotten spoiled. I love the fact that my contacts stay put when I put them on. My glasses need to be constantly pushed back up my nose. I like being able to see instantly when I move my head, not waiting for everything to focus. I like being able to see the TV from my sofa, not sitting in front of it like I was 8 years old again and watching The Dukes of Hazard. I like being able to see what's going on across the room, not squinting like I'm looking into a bright light.

Ok. Really, what it comes down to is: I LIKE TO SEE!!! Which I can't. For another 3 days. I've got to use these drops for 5 days, and that puts me through Sunday night. So I have to spend my weekend being blind. That ought to make the grocery store fun. *sigh* And I'm going to try not to worry too much about how *interesting* the end-0f-season party will be on Saturday for Bug's football team. Its being held at a local pizza parlor that caters to kids. I'm going to practically be a prisoner in the booth so as to avoid stepping on some unsuspecting small child, while not being able to keep track of my own. Oh yeah. What a joy.

Won't be any better at the house, though. We're dog-sitting for my mother-in-law from now until Monday. She's got two standard poodles. Fairly big dogs. Who apparently have decided to model their behavior while they're here after my own two dogs. So I've got FOUR dogs following me everywhere. Wandering around my feet whether I'm moving or not. Once you stop laughing I'm sure you can imagine the difficulty.

To recap: Eye still somewhat swollen, although it opens now. (This is good.) Still burns occasionally, but not as much (this is also good, but from here on out... not so much). NO CONTACTS, only my weak old glasses, so I can't see squat. Four animals constantly underfoot. Previously committed to public appearance that I can't get out of short of death. Which I have to have someone else drive me to. (Fortunately, Coach was going to this anyway.) Much needed trip to the grocery store. Which I ALSO have to have someone else drive me to, and go through with me so as to make sure I don't inadvertently buy something and poison the family I love so much. (Not so fortunately, Coach now HAS to do this whether he wanted to or not. I have a feeling I'll be going to the stupid grocery store at 8 o'clock in the stupid morning on Sunday.)

This sucks eggs.