my feet felt numb and my feet felt like they were on fire.

Not clear on the concept of "numb," I see.

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Yay for Trudes!

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Yay Trudy!

::dances in confetti::

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OK. So today, I went to the salon to get my eyebrows waxed. I got there, and all the people who work there are watching TV. The person who usually does my eyebrows (the owner of the salon, who's great) tells someone else to do my eyebrows. So, I tell her "Not too thin, just cleaned up." She says fine.

She does a little bit of waxing, then starts tweezing. After a few minutes, I'm crying from the pain, and I ask her to just finish up the waxing and forget the rest of the tweezing. She says OK, then takes a cotton ball soaked in baby oil and runs it over my eyebrows and most of my forehead. I ask for a paper towel to wipe the oil off, because it makes me break out, and she takes the paper towel and wipes it in a way that spreads the oil all down both cheeks.

Fine, whatever. I can wash my face when I get home. She finishes up, and i look in the mirror, and, wow, my eyebrows are tiny. She tells me, "I gave you new shape, to make you pretty." Fine. It'll grow back. I don't really care anymore.

So I get home, and my face is shiny with all the oil. I wash my face with some acne wash, and, of course, get some in my eye, which really stings. I rinse it out, and it still stings, and I realize, of course, I've got my contacts in, and there's probably some trapped underneath.

So I take out the contact, and in the process, get an eyelash in my eye. This has happened a zillion times before, but for some reason, it takes a lot longer than usual to get it out this time, and by the time I've gotten it out, my eye is bright red and swollen.

An hour later, still bright red and swollen. Still feels like there's something in my eye, even though I've checked in the mirror and there's not. So, pretty sure I've scratched my cornea. I've done that once before, and it felt pretty much like this.

So, one more to add to my list of stupid injuries. Scratched cornea as complication of eyebrow waxing.

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Yay Trudy!

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(Catching up now.)

{{{Steph}}}

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Hil, that sounds awful! And I think you should call and complain about that woman. It sounds like she pretty much ignored almost every single thing you asked her to do.

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Whoot Trudes!

Hil, that is damn near criminal.

I'm totally taking that volunteer gig talking to groups about sex with Planned Parenthood.

You had sex with Planned Parenthood? Was it good? Did PP call again?

(gotta love a language that allows a sentence to be correct and still misinterpreted easily.)

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Quick meara...

Yay, vw!!! You A+ star!

{{Steph}}

Erin, Sex Queen! So glad you're there. Drink water and jump up and down? Wha-huh??

{{Hil}}

You had sex with Planned Parenthood? Was it good? Did PP call again?

That's exactly how I read that!!

Yay, Trudy!!!!!

(Not here, really. Work/school are eating my bottom. Send help. And cookies.)

::poof::

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Oh, Hil. You poor baby. Sheeeesh.

Trudy, congrats on your new gig!

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