Sorry, oh faithful readers. For those following this blog, you already know the last couple of weeks were, how shall I put it, challenging. Two individuals I loved very much died, one unexpectedly and the other too soon. In my effort to de-stress, I went guerrilla on the garden. It was great therapy to murder weeds, grabbing great fistfuls of them and giving them the killer dominatrix treatment. Unfortunately, in my single-minded zeal to punish the weeds for the vicissitudes of life, I managed to get pollen or some other crap in my right eye (the tear duct, to be precise) which consequently triggered the infection from hell. Didn't realize this, of course, until I woke up with a big pink puffball where my eyelid used to be. Ooh, gruesome. And fucking painful too. I saved the best of myself for therapy--and there wasn't much left after that. I slept and slept, and had lots of bizarre fever dreams. In one, our pup Apollo had grown hands and was distributing food. AGH! That scared the daylights out of me. Death, despair, disease -- I can take a lot of pressure...but dogs with hands?! Holy fucking shit. I agreed to let Jen drive me over to our local emergency clinic. Naturally, it being That Kind of a Week, it had closed early that day for unknown reasons, leaving us to flap our hands and repeat the obvious in the parking lot, like primitive peoples trying to conjure the spirit of shamans. But taking up valuable resources at a hospital emergency room for a minor affliction like this seemed beyond the pale, so I stopped instead at a local drugstore, where the pharmacist offered super helpful advice. Over the counter drugs are your friends. Now, many pain and sinus pills and allergy eye drops later, I'm doing fine. Swelling's almost completely gone, fever long-since passed, I don't look like the Beast With the Big Eye anymore, and my dogs are all paws, THANK GOD. The weekend's jam-packed though so it may be a few more days before I resume blogging. Thanks for understanding. Me and my now-normal sized eye will be back at it soon.

May 3, 2008 in Autobiographical Urges | Permalink

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Glad you got good advice and are feeling better! This being the third bad thing, you should be all in the clear for awhile!
Your landscape is wonderful-great pics-thanks!

Posted by: q at May 5, 2008 3:57:18 PM

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