life lessons, maybe
In short: had appointment with eye doctors today. After bantering to each other and doing way more talking to my mother than I would have liked (oh, and a nurse with BIG RED NAILS trying to put eye drops in me *shudders*) I was informed that I have to get YAG laser (the kind I got in January) next week. The only thing that will accomplish is to aid more doctors in seeing further into my eye, which is cloudy for some reason that may very well require Real Surgery.
(OK, that wasn't very short.)
Soooooo closing circle in FISH tonight I expressed most of that, along with the general assumption that my thyroid has turned to absolute bollocks, and hinted that hugs would be most excellent. Last time I did that I was having a spectacularly awful time with life and lots of people came to me and gave me hugs. This time.....oh man, not so much. Worse yet, people seemed to forget-- or ignore-- that I wasn't doing so well, in a variety of manners.
This may be completely subjective, but: I think when a person is struggling with a larger-than-normal problem, the best way to approach it is to act normal, but not ignore it. It means something to say I'm thinking about you, I'm here for you, I hope things will be OK. But normal life is not health problems, or death, or losing a job, or whatever. Normal life is losing your homework, worrying about a track meet, or complaining about canker sores. I think with most people you don't have to never talk about that stuff-- but just.....don't act like it's the Most Important Thing Evah. And let people know you're keeping them in your thoughts and prayers. Because I was missing some of that tonight, and it hurt.
On a completely unrelated note, before I forget I must say happy belated birthday to the poshest bassist ever, Adam Clayton. Here's to the hottest 45-year-old around! (For now, that is. heeeee)
(OK, that wasn't very short.)
Soooooo closing circle in FISH tonight I expressed most of that, along with the general assumption that my thyroid has turned to absolute bollocks, and hinted that hugs would be most excellent. Last time I did that I was having a spectacularly awful time with life and lots of people came to me and gave me hugs. This time.....oh man, not so much. Worse yet, people seemed to forget-- or ignore-- that I wasn't doing so well, in a variety of manners.
This may be completely subjective, but: I think when a person is struggling with a larger-than-normal problem, the best way to approach it is to act normal, but not ignore it. It means something to say I'm thinking about you, I'm here for you, I hope things will be OK. But normal life is not health problems, or death, or losing a job, or whatever. Normal life is losing your homework, worrying about a track meet, or complaining about canker sores. I think with most people you don't have to never talk about that stuff-- but just.....don't act like it's the Most Important Thing Evah. And let people know you're keeping them in your thoughts and prayers. Because I was missing some of that tonight, and it hurt.
On a completely unrelated note, before I forget I must say happy belated birthday to the poshest bassist ever, Adam Clayton. Here's to the hottest 45-year-old around! (For now, that is. heeeee)