I enjoy all, okay most, of my roles. I enjoy the brisk activity. I like being busy. I like the diverse nature of the demands this life places on me. Do I wish it all came at me a little more slowly? Yeah. Do I sometimes feel lost among and between my roles and have a hard time settling down and just being ME? Oh, dude. You have no idea. (Actually you probably do.) But as always, at the core of everything that I do and everything that I feel, there beats a truly grateful heart.
You know what happened to me last weekend? I contracted a nasty case of corneal ulcers! (No, it's not an STD. Get your mind outta the gutter.) Have you ever had those? Corneal ulcers HURT, and they make your eye swell up in a way I've only ever seen on certain old Warner Brothers cartoons. I'm not kidding, people, the right side of my face swelled up and got all red and angry and ended up lookin' like the cross-section of a big ol' raw veal shank. Bone in. And painful? OHMYGRANNY, except for labor I've never experienced such pain. It felt like someone had installed a metal-bristled grill scraper on the inside of my eyelid.
Apparently corneal ulcers are often caused by wearing your contacts, yes, even your extended-wear, super-uber gas permeable contacts, too long at a time and/or sleeping in them night after night after God-forsaken night. Which I'm ashamed to admit I do. Or I did. Because I'm kinda lazy like that, and also, I like to be able to see where I'm going in the middle of the night when one or both of my children comes up with some creative new reason to call upon my 24-hour bed-side assistance without having to fumble around for my glasses. But no more! Y'all take it from me, okay? If you wear contacts, for Pete's sake, TAKE THEM OUT EVERY NOW AND AGAIN WOULDJA?
Seriously. I'd tell you the whole gruesome story but frankly it was so unpleasant even I can't find much funny in it. And Al? You know, I think he is JUST NOW getting his little self calmed back down again -- he's normally as cool as a cucumber but this entire episode, which involved a full day and a half of near-blindness, a THREE HOUR STAY at the urgent care center (with both kids), and a speeding ticket to add insult to injury, has had the man tied up in knots for nearly a week. I'm really not sure who suffered more, in the end.
I know! The poor man. In lieu of flowers, please send beer and nachos.
I'm much better now. I go back to the eye doctor early next week to see how I'm healing and I feel confident I'll get a clean bill of health again.
Hey, did you register for my giveaway of A Sane Woman's Guide to Raising a Large Family? Go do that! And I have several more very cool give-aways coming up next week, too.
Y'all keep your good eye out for 'em.