does the happy dance!

I just hired someone for my big project. Yay!! I needed the help ASAP, so this is a load off my mind.

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Aimee--see, that makes more sense.

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For Project Runway fans: [link]

Needs more trim.

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Bah. Five and a half hours, almost all of which was spent waiting (if you count time spent on trains and a bus).

Anyway. I've heard that getting a shot in your eye is "not as bad as it sounds." Which is good, as it sounds pretty terrible to me.

I also might qualify for a new study, in which they inject a tiny little steroid pill (about 0.8mm x 0.2mm) into the eye, where it releases the steroid for a few weeks, then dissolves. The purpose of the study is to (hopefully) prove that this is more effective and has less side effects than the regular steroid injection.

Anyway, he did note that the bleeding and swelling in my eye has gone down.

eta: Oh yeah, I have to see a hematologist, as out of the bazillion blood tests I've had, two came back "strange." It probably means nothing, but just in case this does reveal a possible cause, it would be best to treat it to lower the risk of problems with my other eye.

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Anyway, he did note that the bleeding and swelling in my eye has gone down.

Yay! Does it seem better to you, vision wise?

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Anyway. I've heard that getting a shot in your eye is "not as bad as it sounds."

I have been told, by someone I totally trust, that it's really not. Or, at least, that is what I think he said. I stuck my fingers in my ears, squinched my eyes shut and yelled lalalalalaaaa as loudly as I could. But I am pretty sure that is what he was trying to get across. I could ask again.

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Yay! Does it seem better to you, vision wise?

Yeah. It improved a lot the first 48 hours I was on steroids, with very slow improvement since then. Also, I'm seeing much less annoying crap out of that eye, so I've stopped wearing the eyepatch while on the computer or watching TV.

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The pill thing sounds incredibly counter-intuitive, tommy, but cool.

Watching Week of Living Dangerously. Interesting choices this week. I hate the boyfriend--he strikes me as Clive Owen minus the charisma and good looks. Which is kinda scary. I can't believe they sent her into work in a backless outfit. Although she did have the cardigan option, I guess. It was a decent wedding dress for something not seriously picked. What did bother me--the assertion that the dominatrix was the ultimate expression of female power. Way to marginalise the gender, lady. Also, I think too much emphasis on wedding as ultimate (would you say that to a guy?) achievement--although it was needed for this chick, obviously.

I'm still really down with the idea, and would love to have my boundaries strongly pushed in that regard.

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Recently I reread Samurai, the autobiography of Sabura Saki (the hightest scroring Japanese fighter ace to survive WWII). At one point he was severly wounded in combat, and had to fly half paralyzed, blind in one eye, almost blind in the other, with an open head wound, for six hours to get back to his base. Anyway, he had to have eye surgery where he had to stare at a spot on the ceiling without moving his eye or blinking for 20 minutes, while the doctor operated on his eye without anesthesia. If he had blinked or moved his eye, he would have been blinded. (whitefont for eye surgery squick). So my eye squick has been broadened and getting a shot in the eye doesn't quite provoke quite the same reaction.

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The pill thing sounds incredibly counter-intuitive, tommy, but cool.

For some reason, the pill uses a different steroid than the regular injection, which is (I think) why it's supposed to be better.

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