apparently, lack of sleep + falling asleep with my make-up on (after eons of diligently washing my face every night) + rubbing my eyes (after said make-up sleep) because of allergies has caused me to get my very first one. (oh, lucky me.) i have to say, these are the meanest things EVER! i want to rip my eye lid off. no exaggeration. i literally want to RIP. MY. EYELID. OFF. what's worse is that when i went to the doctor to find out what the crap it was, he told me it was infected and that is why the whole left side of my face is swollen and why i look like i have a black eye. suck. i'm so drugged with pain killers that it's hard to think and the medicine for my eye doesn't really seem to be working. oh, and of course when i get any aliment my body just happens to throw in my monthly lady friend for good measure. just in case the first aliment isn't crappy enough. and of course i get my lady friend two days before i'm supposed to have a procedure done to find out why i've been having so my problems in that female area to begin with. * sigh.* have i mentioned recently just how much i hate my body? because i do. so, now not only do i have this horrible thing for people to stare at every time i go out in public, i now have to do a already uncomfortable and embarrassing procedure while on my period. don't forget the fact that i'll be leaking blood and then leak iodine solution after wards AS WELL. (yes, yes. i know. too much TMI. hey, i warned you.) i'm not completely pleased with this outlook just so you know.
now, on to the disgusting eye picture....
it looks so much worse than this picture.
on a totally different topic, now that spring is here i have begun to sound like a broken record every sunday morning.
"YOU DON'T WEAR STOCKINGS, TIGHTS OR SOCKS WITH SANDLES... EVER!"
(repeat three to four to five times. in a row.)
so, what do i find this morning when i have to take the mister to the train? my son wearing socks with his sandles. thanks mister. you sure have been listening.....
"YOU DON'T WEAR STOCKINGS, TIGHTS OR SOCKS WITH SANDLES... EVER!"
(repeat three to four to five times. in a row.)
so, what do i find this morning when i have to take the mister to the train? my son wearing socks with his sandles. thanks mister. you sure have been listening.....