Jul 18, 2011 22:40
I have a sty right on my tear duct. Yeah, I know, TMI. But it hurts and I'm a whiny baby. Actually, I was trying to be stoic, but my mother said I needed to go to the doctor. I felt kind of bad. It's her birthday today, and she spent the better part of the morning running me around town. I did get to feel loved when she took on the girl giving me trouble at student health before I could. And then I ended up going somewhere else and getting poked in the eye by a doctor. "Does this hurt?" "Yes." "Does this hurt?" "Yes." "Does this hurt?" "Yes." I'll shout next time. Maybe then they'll give me some fucking painkillers. It pisses me off that my reluctance to wail about being in pain results in people acting like I'm not really in pain, even when I say I am. Grr. On the bright side, it's my bad eye, so I'm not really worried. All I have to lose is my depth perception.
Aside from me being a party-pooper, it was a good birthday. My dad's in town and did house projects. He put new guts in the toilet, installed the gringo bars (I swear, that's what they're called), and brought the catwalk for Prissy.I think he's also going to fix the kitchen light and maybe unclog the kitchen sink. I know it sounds boring, but to my mother and I, this is very exciting.
Catwalk: A wooden valance/shelf that will go over the windows in the living room. We've got a cat tower next to it so Prissy can get up there and survey her domain. We're hoping this cuts down on some of the fighting. We've seen it work on My Cat from Hell.
It's also my parents' anniversary. My mother got my dad a little plastic Buddy Christ (from Dogma). It was the best gift ever. He loves it!